lonely as the mountain standing by itself
he walks beneath her vested charms
for his virtue put upon the shelf
now rests solely in her arms
in a clearing he stops to rest
and removes a single glove
he holds a wildflower to his breast
and whispers words of love
darkness falls across the land
he surrenders to its call
and drops the flower from his hand
it flutters in its fall
his body sags as he retires
and wipes a tear drop from his eye
for the land that he admires
will surely one day die ~
Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield
5/30/14 - What the?? I don't even know what the hell this is. lol
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