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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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments3
Very good sad emotive write.
A forlorn heart, so eloquent.
You truly have flashes of brilliance Jabby.........
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