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Bryan's Somewhat Ballad (Rhyme)
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The Sun And The Moon Tell me a true story
that’s locked away on the Moon
from tearful times to glory
before it shall disappear soon.
Once my chrysanthemums lay athwart
in my secret, tiny glen.
Inside my mind and heart,
the memories we have spent.
Perhaps onwards to the desert
where the friendly Sun has lain;
in which none may hamper
or delude his love’s lost refrain.
Then travel on to the beach.
The littoral silence under moonlight
to view a forgotten face in dreams.
My friend. My brother from insight.
Finally to my quaint garden
where I’ve fallen no where to run
With me are those ruby roses
Grown from old nostalgia.
Once again in my reality
awakened but not in glum
Bryan’s somewhat ballad released
yet drowned with sweetened drubs
…of yesteryear and before again…
my ballad of forgotten times.
I found this piece a bit confusing. I didn't know all of your references until I read the comment and even then I'm a bit lost. I also don't have a vocab. as big as yours. From what I did understand, it depressed me to read this. There's no happy ending and I wanted one. Maybe, your silver lining will come and I'll get my happily ever after endings.
sounds like bittersweet memories of a girl in your life
beautiful - Lory Little
beautiful. you're doing well! keep up the great work!!!!!!