A song from the south <br />a rhythm in the rain <br />teardrops like raindrops <br />on my pillow stain <br />time will ease the pain <br />as this ole heart breaks again. <br /> <br />Something in the wind <br />a song I’ve never heard before <br />calls to me, call to me <br />that there is a love finer <br />a love for me that’s true <br />she is just waiting close at hand. <br /> <br />Time of temptation <br />draws me back <br />to the line I drew <br />the face I should forget, <br />but who’s spell <br />is weaved around me. <br /> <br /> <br />3 May 1981 <br /> <br />Authors Note: <br />This poem was an experiment created by using titles from previous works I had all ready written both in poem and in song.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-titles/
