Tree of Mystery

Tree of Mystery
Form: Ottava Rima

The spirits are dancing here and there
Where my bruised senses rest to heal
For she is the beauty born of my despair
Burning the midnight oil so I can feel
O willow tree speak to me like you care
O lady let me lie here a moment to steal
Embraced in your tendrils beside the stream
My dryad of mystery and dream


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