invisible to mine eye, tis you to I,
grayscale conquers, colors fade, colors die.
tis been ages last, i break this smile,
swift and pleasing les shortest while.
when last love left, unsound willow fell.
put to fire-scorched to hell.
but born inside scalded wood,
a stem of hope that which would-
start again, newly enthused,
alas! burnt once twice thou be three times bruised.
unrest found in solemn blaze.
aide memory of scornful days.
meadow green lies in gracefull bliss.
consoling sensation, tis what it is.
fiery flames be gone, vanish before mine eye.
tis been you forever that makes colors fade, colors die...
W.T vd Walt
(109 Words)
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