Drawings And Musings

The mallow

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I didn't suspect her to be so shallow

Turning out to be a despicable fellow

How could she have fallen so low

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Wishing to catch her in the afterglow

I should have kept after her and follow

To make her look beyond her window

All the things the future have yet to show

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Even though it sets on the skyline below

The sun would always rise in the morrow

Even after the rain there's the rainbow

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Maybe she'd still be tender and mellow

With her colorful self just like the mallow

So beautiful in the middle of the meadow

She used to be joyful with her own glow

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Now all I see is a pale copy sadly hollow

Despite glasses her view is unduly narrow

She couldn't even see in her own shadow

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What those she trampled on would throw

That their black eyes foreshadow

If not the gallows surely a deathblow

Which they're thinking for her last bow

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Of course I'm trying to change the flow

Wooing the reapers to make them slow

Convincing them it's not time yet to mow

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Retracing her beginning to let them know

Patience and leniency they should endow

For her to remember I'd even take a vow

So no widower would sell his marrow

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I'd always pull her up by the elbow

Hoping all she has done and might sow

Would pass like the winter and its snow

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I'd make her to make up after the row

Maybe then they won't use their arrow

Or I'd suggest it to spike the marshmallow

To roast for the feast as the peace'd grow

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