Sing to me sweetly; the year slowly dies as fog turns to white while I sit here and cry |
** Image ID #2047154 Unavailable ** Autumn Lullaby Sing to me sweetly; the year slowly dies when fog turns to white as I sit here and cry; sing to me sweetly as autumn leaves fly. Sing to me softly as light quickly fades; sing to me sweetly as I undo my braid; sing to me softly I rest unafraid. Swing for me, gently, up high in the tree as autumn leaves fall red, golden and green; swing for me sweetly as bones are picked clean. No, weep for me not, if ever you did; I watch as you rot stuck fast to this bench; swing for me sweetly; I can't smell your stench. Why bring back mem'ries of hot lips that clasped, as hands wrung my neck and killed me at last; swing for me sweetly; what's past now is past. You swing from the tree where we said our goodbyes; but now we're both free, look into my eyes; swing for me sweetly see the one I despise. I've shed all the tears that ever I'll shed; swing for me sweetly; I'm glad that you're dead. Swing for me sweetly; so glad that your dead. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga (29.oktober.2021) [178.263] 42 lines of rhyme. 5.5.5.5 (5.5) [mostly] October '21 prompt #1.
and also submitted to October '21
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