Pail

I was not sorry to see my heart creep so,

plodding brick elephants of snow,

I was not sorry to see my heart go.


I sent it off my all my might,

rather, it best should have gone

long before daylight,

I kissed it soft as dead flower sewn,

my eyes its eyes,

my song its song,

and never could a move prove wrong,


thus my heart crossed pitiless night,

with swell of glass in art of flight,

I could not mourn to see it go.

deepdestinylovefree verse

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