• Published : 30 Aug, 2015
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Weed I am,

I am mourned

Destined with tears

Grief I have gained.

Why is she crying?

Why is she sole?

Yes, she lost a dear one

In the battle cold.

A vagabond of calmness

A soul of compunction.

I drove around aimlessly

With the structure of a lady.

I rue her for sure

But destiny proclaims all.

Am I revered.

Or I am laud.

It is a pastoral elegy

That says it all...

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