A dream
-----------------Its time....fo poetic remedy--------
Reality struck and wouldn't let go....my mind still sets me free.
and puts me back in this position......determined to write again
here i go....
Though the dark tomb thy broken body hides
Still true, still manifest my love abides
I sought thy dwelling, passionate for thee
When Destiny had done its worst with me
But it was desolate, though wast dead
And ah, the bitter tears for thee I shed!
The meadows laughed for joy
The clouds wept many a tear
As when a lovesick boy
beholds his darling near
Such a sight one becomes enchanted
this is little...............but critize.
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