Poetry.

2016-03-12, at 23:22:52

In the green, green meadow

Beyond the ragged hill

I can feel your soul

Alive, still

 

You used to love to lie around

Cloud-spotting hand in hand

There was no mistaking about the fact

Your love for me was grand

 

Then came the winter

So cold, so dark

You fought so bravely

But it left its mark

 

I tried to help you best I could

But winter stole your heart

Now I can still feel you close to me

Alive, yet dead in part

 

In the dark, ragged water

Of the stormy sea

Death will bring

Your heart back to me



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