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Andrew Leparski Jan 2016
Annabel wore white
as she laid under a Willow
She brought her brown basket
and a comfortable red pillow

She laid in the shade,
writing and reminiscing.
Bringing forth a smile
for the one she was missing.

Her days had been growing longer
and she knew wasn't fearless.
Sitting under their Willow
writing to her dearest

She wrote about his charm
She wrote about his smile
She wrote about his laugh
She wrote about his style

She wrote until the Sun turned off the day
She wrote from her heart and all it couldn't say

Annabel finally stood, picked up her basket and started walking home.
Leaving all her notes and poems, upon his gravestone.
unnamed Dec 2014
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
*Tribute to My beloved romantic Poet Edgar Allan Poe*

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