all my strings are tuned to grief
i paint the colours of despair
i seek relief; i find no relief
the thief has taken what's not there

i gaze at windows of remorse
misted mirrors meet my stare
i look for stars to guide my course
no stars; dull clouds obscure the air

birds dance and fight; they nestle and pair
lambs leap inexpertly, nuzzle and kneel
rabbits are at it; madness takes the hare
tree tips turn green - green keener than steel

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