The Forest Calls
THE FOREST CALLS
The pink clouds surround the setting sun
The black earth won't give up her secrets
When all things are said and done
She holds her memory the most infrequent
Paltry mists of past liaisons
Stormy strife from deep within
Remembrance of aged relations
Decadent mirth no more lies therein
What far off calls do sing
The pabulum so requisite
To this epiphany I do cling
Twilight hours of crimson exquisite
Last words spoken of lovers one
Engulfing the forest calls of all done.
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