To Seize or Miss?
The sun fades but remains bright,
The stars glow into the night.
The trees sway gently but fast,
This moment could only last.
Thou speaks of thee this morning
And echoes amongst the trees,
What's thou done thy mourning,
My heart is thine to seize.
The poplars short to the sky,
Dance the wind and speed of sound,
Thy have nothing but to sigh
Of the falseness and the ground.
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