Dark is the forest and deep,
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not shown was made
Anything more brighter
And every more mighty multitude ride
About never enter in,
Of the others that dwell inside
Never yet was seen.
The forest transfixes is purple, the marguerite
Outside is gold and white
Nothing can be plucked or either bloom greet
The others, day or night.
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~love KG
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PoetrySometimes at night, All we can do is lie there in bed and hope. Hope to fall asleep before we fall apart. ~KG Not for most readers reviewed by @RafealJeff
