The heavy stone
Swallowed by grass
Makes light of what lies beneath
The flowers have gone
But their shadows remain
Ghosts of wilted daffodils
Hiding behind the moon
The tree is still there
Though
Her tree
Elisebath’s tree
When it’s cold
When it rains
You can see her
In the fog
Swallowed by grass
Makes light of what lies beneath
The flowers have gone
But their shadows remain
Ghosts of wilted daffodils
Hiding behind the moon
The tree is still there
Though
Her tree
Elisebath’s tree
When it’s cold
When it rains
You can see her
In the fog
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