Friday, 12 October 2012

him

there is melancholy in the wind
and sorrow in the grass
and ne'er before have i doubted it more
that even this shall pass

her

when the rain of sadness falls
its tears upon your brow
the earth it feeds bears the seeds
that into trees of happiness shall grow




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it has been two years since i wrote the first stanza, of which the first couplet belongs to someone else. but it is good.

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