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Within the depth or a Sunday hangover
Within the cage of all its pain
I have prayed for you to be here with me
Again,again,again
Iced over is the lake of love
Where in we used to swim
And frozen are the gentle waves
From where all our dreams begin
Time has many doors
That lead us to the past
And through this door of sadness
My dreams and hopes are cast
A hangover will pass and go
But then a life will too
A clear thoughts a diamond
When you stand without a clue
Gentle be then with me
If we ever meet again
Hold me like a snowflake
And watch me melt to rain

What a great poem....and a great way to start my Sunday . Thanks

So glad you enjoyed my poem,thanks for the feedback.