A lover
well mused
two would cry out
to speak
of him and her,
crossing wood
together
lost in grateful manner
bearing soul when eyes do know
lovers then
quiet weeping now.
Silence.
A lover
well mused
two would cry out
to speak
of him and her,
crossing wood
together
lost in grateful manner
bearing soul when eyes do know
lovers then
quiet weeping now.
Silence.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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