How Can it
I know that the blossom
Won't fall from the trees
Or the flowers sweet nectar
Be collected by bees
I know that the sun
Won't rise from the east
And intemperate winds
Shall ravage unceased
The seas won't reflect
A summers blue sky
Just batter and pound
On a stormy shoreline
And the fresh scented dew
No longer shall fall
And the birds shall not chorus
In that dawns first call
For a world can't exist
If I'm without you
Painting my days
In that once vivid hue
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2010-03-18 at 19:19
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