Poets Song
By Ld Marduk
Of thoughts that range the forest wild,And of fields…calm, serene,Emotions that embolden,The hearts imaginings—Of passions…and desires,Of which the poets sing,Such art things I ponder,For in my wonderings—I wonder oft…about thee,Though many years have but gone by,Since it was…I held thee,Before thou said…goodbye—Now thoughts that range the forest wild and fields both calm, serene,Art all that I have left,From when I felt for thee—The love I thought would be always,But in this…I was wrong,For when thou left…so did the joy,Within my poets song. Written April 20th, 2000 © on Aug 29 2001 07:09 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Of thoughts that range the forest wild,And of fields…calm, serene,Emotions that embolden,The hearts imaginings—Of passions…and desires,Of which the poets sing,Such art things I ponder,For in my wonderings—I wonder oft…about thee,Though many years have but gone by,Since it was…I held thee,Before thou said…goodbye—Now thoughts that range the forest wild and fields both calm, serene,Art all that I have left,From when I felt for thee—The love I thought would be always,But in this…I was wrong,For when thou left…so did the joy,Within my poets song...."