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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1330990
I rather think it speaks for itself
Once upon a time...

Daydreams and apologetic whims
Found a rhythm and a rhyme
Danced until their bodies snapped
And they lay dead upon the grass

In turn with but smile
Drunk on apple wine they laughed
Made love 'neath October's moon
And faded into the earth

Winter kissed the trees with death
Fingers scraping hard the sky
And this illusion of a summer breeze
Fastened delusion to your snow

White became your shade
Dotted on your eyes with blood
How the earth received a shudder
Weeping for its time alone

Will the butterflies of green
Ever grace the wind again?
Can we imagine ever knowing
What the grass was like back then?

Maybe hope comes with a wink
Hidden well beneath the veil
As a sparkle in her eyes
Giving access to her secrets

Beauty is but a whisper
Or now it seems to me
Like I never heard her voice at all
Before the lifeless cradled us

Such pining for a gentle kiss
From Ardor's yesteryear
While white cruelty enslaves us
And beats us with a sigh

And the cyan song and sky bound Sunday
Rejoice for us at last
The green is resurrected!
Our pale captor writhes

And green regains it's hold on us
And the daydreams dance again
How could we ever doubt such beauty
Would be lost to us forever?

The moon is warm and breathing
And the whims are making love
Hoping destiny can carry us
Into this green again
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