Deep was the forest
Of a sacred tree.
She was there,
But wasn't he.
She cried softly,
She was lost
In search for her soul
And his dear ghost.
She missed him badly,
But he was dead,
And bloody were tears
That would turn her mad.
Since two came together
They have been a whole.
Now she was still living,
No heart but a hole.
They could meet in heaven
In love just as much.
She heard how the raven
Laughed: "There's no such".
Deep was the forest
© Copyright: Полина Вильфор, 2009
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