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Ode To The Elder Brush
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The leaves rustle
beneath the moonless sky.
August had come
August had little to last
Leaving my soul
Alone.
Alone with my past.
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The bark shudders
beneath the gloom above.
My soul wanders
Devoid of love.
My soul wonders,
Love?
Does it even need love?
The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The roots shiver
beneath the silent night.
My soul yearns for its mate
Where is she?
It wonders,
Can it ever heal,
Can it ever fall again in love.
poem
by
Shah Rizan
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