like birds with no feather
have flied as you go,
thou laughter smoke in pain
in the row; flattered wings amused even
the it’s hard to follow
I stay not because I possess nothing
than a throne in your bag, but
because of the things that makes you
sad; for every petals that falls
into the torn,
bribe me to do the worthlessness of the
past calls me to follow
falls me to ground and raise me to come again
to see your face, the agony finds it shelter to
obey the cooling dew. come my love
as I return to live, the green of the
meadow has pollen to grow,
nay not the summer brings the autumn blooms
nor the winter holds the winter
go
leave not my Dear I am fallen again for
you…
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