“What Was Forgotten”
Through the brush I look
Waiting in silence spring is in full bloom
I watch as you dance graceful
Others watch on teeth begin to show
As you move the moonlight dances on your skin
Questions begin to rise and whispers move the air
A gentle breeze grows in strength
The masses want a candlelight dinner
Each position you pose more sneers rise
Beauty of a creature is held to the fire
The hall is empty and all the mirrors are broken
Such a rage held in silence
Such a plan held in secret
The young fawn’s gag is chosen
As the season passes patience waits for maturity
The time they will strike is near
Long forgotten is the way to tell resin
Everyone wants the new shade of black now
The path not tended yet you find your way
Dancing in the moonlight
Hand in hand with experience
In the plans of the desolate
So the blossom falls
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