Weeping under the shade of a willow,
Crimson tears stream down a mournful face,
They fall upon the paleness that is flesh,
Under this full moon, lies the corpse Crimson,
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I think your last line is the best. good poem!
This heartache is very touching. And please Rain, you have friends who care about you. Though ghostly, but still caring...
A stunning poem... i Believe this is one of my favorites of Yours. Amazing job, Crimson! !
Amazing poem! Really I am my mind is occupied by your romantic poetry - very soon this poet with human bark named Harindhar Reddy will use this word crimson in his poem. May be tomorrow! Can you use it. i am asking as I fear that you have patient rights exclusively to use words crimson and red... ha! ha! Only 6 and 10 but your maturity is 6 and 20. Hey I mean John Keats did the same at his age of 26..... Loud Claps to the poet! :) :) 'Crimson tears stream down a mournful face, They fall upon the paleness that is flesh, '