
my poetry... :P
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Chapters: 10 - Words: 823 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 04-09-13 - Published: 02-21-11 - id: 2893134
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The Turning - 2008
I never cried when you fell ill.
I never tried to keep you still.
You never died; you never will.
You're violet blooms, you're daffodil.
Then though wind cries of winter's chill,
Though birds leave shy your windowsill,
Until I die I'll think thee still
Of violet blooms and daffodil.
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