Dew drops from the heavens falling from the trees
annoint me with your answer in the dark
gathered under pine trees waxing with leaves
in the music of its cadence I hear
as though they knew my worries touched me
while one shot its needle’s tear on my knee
one landed near my shoulder graced my cheek
in the sound I am nature the tree’s me
an orchestras begins a forest wakes
leave me forever never return, fear
exchange anxiousness with anything else
but never take me back to the hour
when you and I were broken apart Sic
- All Art is Happy All Art is Lyric.
- ALl Art is Tragic ALl Art is Frantic
- All Art is Music All Art is Graphic
- All Art is Angelic as it is Dark
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