Coos
Above a weeping cherry tree,
whereof storm clouds depart their ways,
a dove extends a mournful plea.
A love, in quietude, delays.
He weaves a mansion, weather prone.
Free leaves descend against his will.
He grieves a heart he's never known.
She leaves a feather for a quill.
6-19-2021
Lento - 8 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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