she was sat along a lake of doom
and along came the seasonal tune
the whisper of winds and the goodbyes to bloom
the smell of green, gone and the opening of tombs
high Heaven could not beat this bounty of earth
the beauty in the way things die and rebirth
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
she was sat along a lake of doom
and along came the seasonal tune
the whisper of winds and the goodbyes to bloom
the smell of green, gone and the opening of tombs
high Heaven could not beat this bounty of earth
the beauty in the way things die and rebirth
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