within a forest clearing they
committed to each other,
and soon, and in the common way,
they added in another,
another, and another in
the family that they’d started;
for in a forest clearing, they’d
vowed never to be parted.
but time cuts down the tallest trees,
and age is fate’s unveiling;
she comes upon the clearing now
alone and with health failing,
but vows are no less true because
our loves slip through a portal,
nor has a life been meaningless
because it turns out mortal
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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