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All through the woods and twixt the brooks...
A crispy silver moonlight shone
upon the frosty leaves...
I never understood the mess we made,
Nor could I come to terms with all we lost...
Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...
Where are you now, my little one,
And are you resting comfortably...
I have never been the one to keep you warm,
Or stop the river freezing between your banks...
If fortune favours multi-rhythm words
By counting syllables amongst its boons...
The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
Into the ether and into the night
I tried to escape and to make this all right...
With measured verse, I tried to make you hear
But meter fell to unromantic yards...
I tried to spark the sun at night,
But found the moon a stubborn foe...
spring's bluebells
carpet the...