The green moss
Clings onto the Oak
Like love they shan't be split
If they do one shall die
and the other shall find another
but until one does die
They shan't say goodbye.
The tree riddled
With creatures
Eating away it's precious hide
Until it dies.
But until it does thou shan't say goodbye.
The widow and the fly,
Weaver and ensnared,
Until the widow
Feeds on the fly
Not even love can save it's hide
But until it dies
It won't say goodbye.
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The moss and the Oak
Submitted by Cutwil on November 6th, 2017
