rivers sing by anelephantcant
when you hold my hand
great mountains can walk
the rivers all sing
and the trees smile and talk
the moon floats benignly
the stars dance in the skies
nights full of laughter
and the sun never cries
little birds warble
like a sonnet by Burns
butterflies turn cartwheels
the earth joyfully turns
the wind blows in colours
like a rainbow’s sweet breath
now garlands are wreaths
as our love bleeds to death
anelephantcant 
That last couplet really slaps one in the head.
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A beautifully written piece on a dying relationship. Love it.
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Your poem dances like a happy butterfly
Until it tears a wing carelessly
and in a silent cry
falls ever so gracefully
Tu me dechires avec ces vers
qui me promenent au paradis
mais finissent en enfer!
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