Solace by Isabelle Chua

In your arms is solace found,

But you are nowhere to be seen;

And in their absence, dies the lark.


I lay beside my lover's form,

And wonder what this all means;

In your arms is solace found.


Rudely awakened by crack of storm,

I gently brush my table clean;

And in their absence, dies the lark. 


And as I hope a hope forlorn,

A woefully unbegotten dream,

In your arms is solace found.


I question again why I was born

To love a love beyond the bream

And in their absence, dies the lark.


And as I hope a hope forlorn,

To love a love beyond the bream,

In your arms is solace found,

And in their absence, dies the lark. 

Please visit my website, where I will be uploading this after it reaches its target. Cover image credit to twitter user @itogucchi.

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