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Buckets (monotetra)
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Love's Sorrow Softly, he slipped into her dreams,
Clad in purple shaded moonbeams.
He whispered love in silent streams...
Or so it seems. Or so it seems.
Tender strokes, with love inscribed,
Passion's elixir, they imbibed,
In fragile hopes and dreams ascribed,
Felt deep inside. Felt deep inside.
Alas, the dawning sun drew near;
Their midnight vows of love so dear
Disintegrated in her tears.
Just disappeared. Just disappeared.
Alone, she prays for rainy nights
To hide her errant tears from sight.
She chains the heart that would take flight.
A poem she writes. A poem she writes.
The words that fall like silent screams.
Accumulate by steady streams
In buckets of forgotten dreams.
Or so it seems. Or so it seems.
