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Raena Aug 2018
Why do I write? For her alone?
To let the field be wintered snow?
To leave the love to thrive and grow?
Or reap the yield of love once sown?

We carve our names on apple trees
Because I write for us, not me;
These poems then are what can be
The garden where we plant our seeds.
What a beautiful garden
Raena Aug 2018
I stare into her eyes,
Still searching for yours.
It's hard to move on
Raena Aug 2018
To soar as mighty Jupiter
And ascend as no others have;
This folly strikes all hearts of men.
For when he rises from his tow'r,
His wax will falter, wings broken,
And he will plummet, Hell-ward bound.

Though human nature inclines this,
Would you rather live as a beast?
Most feral and soulless, fangs bared,
Chained neck and paw to cruel masters.
The beast trapped, it knows not freedom
Ever staring at the heavens.

— The End —