I see the tree you searched for
I feel the rope in your hands,
Red-raw.
I feel the coldness
The darkness
Of a yorkshire moore
I see in my minds eye
The hand of time,
As it chimes
Against your final minuet
And I just can't believe you did it.
excellent write
it captures so much in very few words.
The Drama
is concise and well composed. u can feel it - the loss - :S