Monthly Archives: March 2016

Sundering Song

Though sun aloft is shining soft,
The wind has left the wooded hurst.
The drooping leaf tells of my grief,
For this full heart is fit to burst.


How shall I bear this heavy air
That weighs down every single breath.
O wind, return, for now I learn
That sundered love is restless death.

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