Lost
Lost
Tumbling
Across the pebbles
Nature
Flows.
Burbling
And glistening
In the
Cloudy afternoon.
Alone she lies
By the
Creek
In a lonely wood.
Telling
The tale of
Her love,
On paper.
Sadness
Plays upon
Her
Silent face.
The white gown
Is stained
With her
Grief and sorrow.
The quiet leaves
Blow around
Her as
She is gone.
Her love
Has been
Made down
In true form.
It rests
In a wooden boat,
Gently and lost
Down the stream.
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