Oct 2018
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She had walked the path every day
since her love had gone to sea.
To the woods upon the cliffs
to tie a ribbon on their secret tree.
Every noon for a thousand years
since her love had sailed away.
A thousand green ribbons hang
as testament to their lovers play.
At midday on the thousand and first
she broke down and loudly cried.
No need for her ribbons now,
the secret tree had fallen and died.
© Pagan Paul (17/10/18)
She had walked the path every day
since her love had gone to sea.
To the woods upon the cliffs
to tie a ribbon on their secret tree.
Every noon for a thousand years
since her love had sailed away.
A thousand green ribbons hang
as testament to their lovers play.
At midday on the thousand and first
she broke down and loudly cried.
No need for her ribbons now,
the secret tree had fallen and died.
© Pagan Paul (17/10/18)
.
(Bristol, England)
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