Lost Love in Woods
The forest luring doornail like me,
Be lost in shadows black by greenest.
To spark in I, you light a bonfire.
And dancing alone to musical leaves.
Love broken small moon mending treeless,
Then stars be missing fallen newest moon.
And all the dearest brown deer and I will,
Discover hopeful stories of hopeless moon,
With panic smelling hunger treading,
Rising the fragrant sleepy lily.
The tired dark roots on ground for sanguine love,
Discern no shading in blinding airspace.
In slumber, butterflies flutter nicest.
Grassy doting spiky for hearty.
So, splash! Lake pounding forest heartbeat.
Deep diving breathless, not so hopeless.
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(Meter: Iambic Tetrameter)
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