'a childish threnody
that sings of heart strings severed
in the midst of joy
of hope all blackened on the vine
frost from a fading soul.'
I love these lines most.
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'a childish threnody that sings of heart strings severed in the midst of joy of hope all blackened on the vine frost from a fading soul.' I love these lines most.