If ever there were to come a day
Where green left silver passing;
In woodlands born and withered
May starflower be ever lasting .
How broken the songs now echo
Upon fallow seas torn asunder
If there may come a day
When paths gone tither will wonder.
Tell me of another rose
That may bloom beneath cloven tree.
Speak of mortal greens
That replace golden casting.
If there were ever a forgotten day
Where eternity softly breathed;
In woodlands born and withered,
Thus the seasons were ever bereaved.
I must say, your writing is AMAZING. If you wrote a book, I'd read it.
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