on neglected trees
the dead hung swaying in the
soft, sweet, summer breeze
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on neglected trees
the dead hung swaying in the
soft, sweet, summer breeze
Soft sweet summer breeze
caress the cheeks of my love;
Frost wither her not.
Frost wither her not,
Eternally she exists -
Life's Timeless Beauty.
Life's Timeless Beauty
pretends like an afterthought
speckled in gold dust.
Speckled in gold dust
Her fairy hair lay tossled,
Intwined in heather.
Intwined in heather,
and teathered there she confined
herself with the bees
herself with the bees
we would not touch either one
them being prickly both
them being prickly both
Waddled all the way to town
Them being Hedgehogs.
Them being hedgehogs
They never quite got the point
Except for always
Spelling discrepancies aside, I really like this. :thumbs_upQuote:
Originally Posted by ktd222
except for Always
will Never wait, thumbs tucked deep
in future pockets
In future pockets
The hands of fate wait, idle
Enter the devil
Enter the devil,
Stage right, contract clutched tightly—
Will Faust sell his soul?
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will faust sell his soul
the moment passes again
a small contraction