Glory to you, hopeless dull pain!
The grey-eyed king died yesterday.
The autumn evening was stuffy and scarlet,
My husband, returning, said calmly but sad:
"You know, they brought him from hunterment,
They found his body by the old oak, recumbent.
It's a pity about the queen. So young woman,
In one night she turned grey, perish lantern.
I found my pipe on the our fireplace
And went to work at night. See your face”
I'll wake my daughter now, in a moment,
I will look into her grey eyes innocent
And the poplars rustle outside the window:
"There is no more king on earth for you, children!”
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: May 17th, 2025 13:36
- Category: Sad
- Views: 7
Comments1
This poem setts a mood a solemn one and the grey eyes seem to be a common theme. Most lovely
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