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When a Dryad cries …
… the bright red leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pool
of blood
… forest green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pond
of heartbreak
… red and green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a lake
of sorrow
There is no sadder song
than when a tree dies,
there is no deeper grief
than when a Dryad cries.
© Pagan Paul (01/07/18)
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Old poem re-written
Dryad - A Tree Nymph/Sprite
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