It's yet spring then comes the willows
with her the wane that blooms elixir
a tides higher then huer the billows
a day's tarry perhaps lingers Alexa!
eerie dark stares down crimson dawns I hear
but yonder it's black and day this winter
I've seen the veil that's hither
It stares mine face in wither
My friend I'll leave this truest a fable,
a dusk once as grapes pressed in purple
tread its way her maker and hallowed
make this day hers, her strength is yellow
©lewteb
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