Falling (after Guardian)
Breeze of tree
blossoms and flowers
thrill and enchant like
a sorceress the girls,
pull them down
their dreams
and downward trend
their soft silken hair
falling, falling, falling
like the girls with
a sweep of smile and smile
pulling them under ;
the tree, tree so adamant
draws them under its spell
so jeopardizing, so charming,
so drowning beyond redemption.
Suddenly
a mother, a goddess,
A helping
hand comes,
A
divine wand to lift them
all - breathe anew.
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