A Cywydd Llosgyrnog
A leaf blown high into the sky
lets out a wistful, knowing sigh:
"Well, goodbye, my dearest friends."
Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss:
"This shall not stand! He's one of us!"
Undone thus, all meet their ends.
A leaf blown high into the sky
lets out a wistful, knowing sigh:
"Well, goodbye, my dearest friends."
Distressed, his friends kick up a fuss:
"This shall not stand! He's one of us!"
Undone thus, all meet their ends.
“Let’s out a wistful, knowing sigh.” Brilliant David! ๐๐
๐ Ken ๐
David, this is lovely. I hope my demise is as peaceful as the drifting autumn leaves! โค
๐ค๐๐ป Cheryl ๐๐ป๐ค