Monday, April 28, 2014

The woods are deep..

They said the woods relief the spirits
of all animal, vixen, elms and old disfigured memories
The trees didn't wash his spirit away from the shades
and trace of the hand of death
As he shed  raindrops over the water
The duck's eye met his gaze,
'Who said it was romantic to cry in the woods?'
He asked, her beak in his mouth.

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