A Maiden Weeps
*1ST* *QUATRAIN:*
Upon Natures Bay, Lies A Tomb/ Underneath The
Tree, Laid Its Crust!/
A Maiden Weeps, Her Hands So Cold/ For Her
Suffering, Have Being So Cold!"
*2ND* *QUATRAIN:*
From Left To Right, She Sort For Joy/ Taking
Chances With The Least Choice!/ A Grace To
Sooth; Her Pains Of Old/ For Her Suffering; Have
Been So Cold!/
*3RD* *QUATRAIN:*
"And Oft She Path, The Lonely Trail/ With Hands
Trembling, And Breath So Frail!/ Her Gasping
Breath, A Thousand Fold/ For Her Suffering; Have
Been So Cold!"
Copyright © Patrick Sunday | Year Posted 2014
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