’Oft -- sadly she sings her lover’s sweet song --
As whispered winds wind down her wounded soul.
Remembered moonlight midnights they had stole,
Their season love affair, willow branch strong.
Her bleeding heart echoes six chords she sung --
Green leaf tongues whip through the cold windy air.
She cuddles the lullaby -- sheds a tear;
And rocks a bundle that’s fragile and young.
The wind choruses them to come and join --
While gasping gusts of breeze grazes her face.
Illicit love affair -- her fall from grace;
As memory of pain comes from her groin.
To the cold waters she has been beckoned --
To join her lover in His underworld.
Before mother and child she did hurl --
A smile for life -- for just a second.



I really liked "the breeze grazes her face" line the most because its just really original, and you think of the wind sort of actually grazing her...I like sad poems in a wierd way. I'm not good at commenting but I hope you gathered that I liked it. Well done 






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