Forest

Jabberwocky

I seek my love

but find her not,

My love is gone,

my heart forgot.

I ask the wind

and the careless crow,

They answer

what I fear to know;

She weeps in forests

not yet grown,

From wayward seed

She's vainly sown.

I'll find her there

some distant morrow,

Her beauty sold

for useless sorrow.

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Comments +

Goldfinch60 October 31st, 2018 03:43
Very good sad emotive write.
Debsspot October 31st, 2018 05:51
A forlorn heart, so eloquent.
Lorna November 2nd, 2018 05:27
You truly have flashes of brilliance Jabby.........

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