The Softest Sound
Follow the footsteps in the snow.
Down that path: Dare you go?
Sprint around the twists and turns;
Find the cove that sunlight spurns.
There you'll find your love alone.
"Why?" Are the words she shall moan.
Then Death will lift her from the ground:
Dying words are the softest sound.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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