Patrick Sunday Poet Kyrielle

A Maiden Weeps

*1ST* *QUATRAIN:*
Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The 
Tree, Laid Its Crust!/
A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her 
Suffering, Have Being So Cold!"

*2ND* *QUATRAIN:*
From Left To Right, She Sort For Joy/ Taking 
Chances With The Least Choice!/ A Grace To 
Sooth; Her Pains Of Old/ For Her Suffering; Have 
Been So Cold!/

*3RD* *QUATRAIN:*
"And Oft She Path, The Lonely Trail/ With Hands 
Trembling, And Breath So Frail!/ Her Gasping 
Breath, A Thousand Fold/ For Her Suffering; Have 
Been So Cold!"

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