Forlorn
The wild wind blew
Singing her own sad song
Calling for her Lover to come
Rising
Swelling
Until she became a torrent
Of rushing emotions
“Where are you Love”
Come now
Her song
Echoed through trees
Caressing the branches
Moaning desperately in grief
“Oh Love
Find me
Come and quell my rising passions
Do not leave me alone
Hear my sad song
Take me”
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