Never once a whisper spring a creeping through the trees
Had oft but wondered why so blind our cold dark winter sees
And if by chance with lovers joined to see the sparkling sky
in clasped hands the river flows and safely drowns the dry
Constant drones of music near will heighten at the peak
causing those to flock among the reckless thing we seek
Lifted senses at their best their knowledge will embark
for love of once again the dreaded winter cold and dark
1 comment:
You write poetry too!? Is there anything you can't do?
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