I saw Montmorency's daughter,
She fell off the edge of a cliff.
I saw her when she stood there,
Before falling off the edge of the cliff.
She screamed once,
When she fell off the edge of the cliff,
But her voice kept returning
And we heard it,
When we stood at the edge of the cliff.
Matilda, the love of my life,
Do you know that I heard her scream ?
I saw her struggling,
But I stood still.
Tell me Matilda, the love of my life,
Was she the void, that I needed to fill?
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Fountain Pen
Poetry'Fountain Pen' is a collection of poems composed by me. Image source: Google and Pinterest