Ode To The Elder Brush

The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The leaves rustle
beneath the moonless sky.

August had come
August had little to last
Leaving my soul
Alone.
Alone with my past.

The cold breeze went traipsing
With the elder brush.
The bark shudders
beneath the gloom above.

My soul wanders
Devoid of love.
My soul wonders,
Love?

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poem by Shah Rizan
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