There would be days
Where I’d grow old
and nurture the flowers
waiting for some warmth
And years, many young
The heart that’s grew so cold
But love would share shades
in the hour I stay up
The last would bear
wounds and the glitter that
face the quiet walk
Find me, a place where I would seat
Facing the lightened sun
In countless lives, and dire song
I’d thanked the one
That made love
and pray my memories
Would remind me
I found so glad, an elegant maiden
MO.
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