Rusted love

The birds must drink their mead to sing 
The grass only dances with the breeze
The river charts her path with the guidance of the seas
The stars only shine when the moon rears her wreath

But our love is corroded
No more can it be
The rust we created
Between you and me

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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