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On Standing Branches
Razgriz_Legend
For one who walks on treetops forgotten The silent air speaks whispered promises That else your heart for another gotten My own provides for you the solaces Yet with your promises my heart survives Until the time it can care for its own But if that promise completes and deprives Then I shall topple from my heartbind throne But even as these thoughts scour my mind My heart warns that such fears cannot be true So tis these thoughts that I will choose to find Forbid my mind to leave itself askew And still my regard in a flower lives And as it does, your splendor still forgives