The river sings
The willows wail
Princesses in castle towers
Growing out their hair
Watching the landscape
Wind-wild and bare
No one coming
Over the bridge
No dancing shoes
That pinch and sting -
Only a comfortable
Weaving of tales
An angry pounding
Of summer hails
And fires burning
Burning through the night -
Are we too old to stop now
Too cold to put up a fight?
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
The river sings
The willows wail
Princesses in castle towers
Growing out their hair
Watching the landscape
Wind-wild and bare
No one coming
Over the bridge
No dancing shoes
That pinch and sting -
Only a comfortable
Weaving of tales
An angry pounding
Of summer hails
And fires burning
Burning through the night -
Are we too old to stop now
Too cold to put up a fight?
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