How friendless
Time will seem without you
But deep in the fading twilight
Leave me you must, lone boreal star
And dissolve into distant, deep blue
And leaf by leaf
Verdure will wither into the umber morass
Of knowing that the words would ring
In futility, if not meant for you
Of letting the heart go free
Or buying hurt, for the price of truth.
1 comment:
had to refer to dictionary.com for quite a few times to comprehend it :)
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