many stories in this poem with hidden pain..so touchingly done...
I tread the foot prints
To that door
I saw the moon move in lead
I thought that was a kiss
On the bud
With thorn I felt playing
In muse
Stone me to death
I passed by your side
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many stories in this poem with hidden pain..so touchingly done... I tread the foot prints To that door I saw the moon move in lead I thought that was a kiss On the bud With thorn I felt playing In muse Stone me to death I passed by your side