The woods, aye, they do decay,
The ivy creeps forever upwards
From the ground to the canopy,
Up the trunk that rots from within.
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A lovely write of describing the loss both in nature and human ended with melancholy only.
Everything gets decayed...When once immortal love dies and the shadows of emptiness creeps over his languid body......Poem filled with sadness...Everything that is born has to die....We cannot change it...But life will move on...
I rarely find a poem I just want to read over and over. Almost never. But this is one. It is excellent. Great work.
A fantastic poem this Mr wood well done