Eyes so dull,
Yet the lips into a curve-
The ballad blows by as,
affection flows through her eyes-
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He said he would return back,
vowed that never leave her side-
But look, what he did,
returned in a coffin just with grief-
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Memories were all he left,
yet again the blood jade-
the moon grazes over her tears,
going back to him right through the spears-
--Katrin Fung
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imaginative
Poetryjust some poems and lines that I thought and felt This is written by a 19-year-old.
