Depressed And Sorrowful
I rush through the brush to reach the streams gentle rush.
I break through the trees, for all I need is to be free.
With a small splash, a tear drips from my lash.
With all its smooth curves, the stream calms my aching nerves.
In my vision the trees sway, if only I could have my way.
As I stumble down the trail, I really wish there was a rail.
The End
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Depressed And Sorrowful, which
was posted on Nov 8, 2011 by
Brookester.
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