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I sit by the window waiting… The sun breaking through… Hoping to exile night’s perfidy With sharp stiletto’ed, piercing Razored orange rays… But why does the sun wear a grey shroud? Blighted, saddened… As it looks down upon my Forlorn soul behind the lonely window The nightingale that sang its melody Yesterday, with gay abandon… The little shrub in my patch Pining in loneliness all alone, Had given cause to the little bird Offering a crimson flower each dawn For it to celebrate love Dance, rejoice life, sing its beautiful song Lies withered, the bloom gone Who broke whose heart…and why?
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
It died today
I sit by the window waiting… The sun breaking through… Hoping to exile night’s perfidy With sharp stiletto’ed, piercing Razored orange rays… But why does the sun wear a grey shroud? Blighted, saddened… As it looks down upon my Forlorn soul behind the lonely window The nightingale that sang its melody Yesterday, with gay abandon… The little shrub in my patch Pining in loneliness all alone, Had given cause to the little bird Offering a crimson flower each dawn For it to celebrate love Dance, rejoice life, sing its beautiful song Lies withered, the bloom gone Who broke whose heart…and why?
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#sad#romance#thoughts
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
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