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The Music I Pour

  • Writer: Maria Sequel
    Maria Sequel
  • Nov 16, 2020
  • 1 min read

Lo, behold,

In the music I pour,

In ears, my years,

My love, explored,

She moved like season spring,

A faerie with no wings,

Many a moon I fleeted,

Learning her ways sacred,

Lo, behold,

In the music I pour,

In ears, my years,

My love, explored,

From the field of thorns,

I bring her best roses,

When my bleeding hands she sees,

'Why me?', in question she poses,

Lo, behold,

In the music I pour,

In ears, my years,

My love, explored,

Every second spent,

Is like a century passed,

Should I think of her?

Or the question she asked?

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