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Syndalee
sing, Syndalee, tenderly
songs of the meadow
wandering weepily
toward fallow tomorrow
sadly sings Syndalee
of reason and rhyme
singular, melancholy
thru the seasons of time
Syndalee’s passion
no storm could defer
if pain were to happen
it would happen to her
Syndalee, thundering
soft in the making
elixir of poison
and pills for the taking
girl-poem, Syndalee
unseen in the corner
sleepy, eternally
and no one to mourn her
Published 19th Apr 2013
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19th Apr 2013 11:28pm
30th Jun 2015 2:35am
Ok, must a confessional be ignited?.. Your fingertips touched a grain of my tears, un'equaled heaviness weighs there, the anchored I am.
