ok, i know re-posting my old pieces is kinda considered
cheating. but at least i changed a word or two? haha



for me alone

by the panes it sings
a drone that reminisces envelops me in its wings

with a heart that burrows beneath burgeoning spring
what a tragedy it must be
not to hear the songs of myriad leaves and its wind

for me alone in my abode
but a taper to tend the sight
naught but with melancholy that i pine
a spring i left behind

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