Gaia Swoons
The flowers are melancholy…
The forest primeval weeps…
Th’albatross and gull are laid low…
As the briny depths heave a sigh of regret…
The nightingale weeps a lonely song…
And the mountain groans incomparable loss…
As the majestic dance falters… and Gaia swoons.
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 09 September 2014
Pick up your own copy of my first book of poetry at My Life In Poetry
© 09 September 2014
Pick up your own copy of my first book of poetry at My Life In Poetry
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