Imagine the hedge lined, wooded paths
And the tap of rain, a song,
Pass the dew on bristled branches
Trade them for crystal gowns.
Willows soft and willows mellow,
Lost me in their silvery strands
Perhaps the splash of unmannered cars
A rustle where oaks would stand
Back towards your blazing eyes
Dispersing fairy's jewels
Be it love the one I despised
Here I harvest for you
It's cruel to linger where traffic slows
Where each whisper skips a beat
And I am left in the rain to wonder
If the slowness if for me.
But ponder each drop; hanging
Precariously from shadowed leaves,
Then I gues you would understand
Why these games, I would keep
Nonetheless, indigo skies retired
Back into their downy beds
The coldness of new tears
Washes me from my rest
The rattle of rain on pavement,
I later reflected, was kind
They drove all musty, settled thoughts
Far from my mind.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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