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Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1080499
Thomas Hardy inspired this small poem.

Here Again, We'll Never Meet

We met one night in a mossy glen;
A tree covered path, a grassy lea.
Witnessed by a warbling wren,
Yet here again, I'll never be.

In a bed of leaves we whispered love;
A gentle breeze cooling and sweet.
Winged creatures circling above,
Yet, here again, we'll never meet.

The wrens must be gloomy now;
Fluttering impossibly to fill the space.
The squirrels chatter on the bough,
Bemoaning the loneliness of this place.

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