Poetry on the topic of love, rejection, and confusion.
The flames dance around me so timely and cold.
The ice retreats sadly, it does as its told
The moon smiling softly, it watches the day
The sun joins us quickly, it wishes to stay
The pale moon is laughing; singing along
Knowing itself, that everything’s wrong
Shadows are playing near pillars of light
While I stand alone, waiting for night.
Just watch through the window, see land much like art.
The rabbit cries lonely, broken eyes match her heart.
The Death of the forest is carried on air.
I stand seeking shelter, yet it’s never there.
Now watch once again, while reality falls
The sickly red rabbit now shouting her calls
See shadows behind it, they’re marching in time
Sung ever so softly, the sad tune is sublime.
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