I weep for the hills laid waste by darkest night.
I weep for the rivers frozen in coldest ebony.
I weep for shadows of trees and the failing sun.
I weep for the tropics of paradise and the sea.
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Yep....get the drift. Love it in its sadness of loss and the dark word colours. Sombre and beautiful if such a thing exists. Thank you Barry.
Sombre and beautiful is exactly what I was aiming at. Thank you, I think sad things become beautiful when beautifully expressed. I appreciate your comment.