I picked a blossom from the tree
and put it in my hair for thee
but you were blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there

You did not see my tears that day
or hear me whisper, “please, just stay”
I bowed my head as if in prayer
I was alone still, standing there

Only the robin in her nest
Replied to my ardent request
She seemed to understand despair
I was alone still, standing there

The sun went down, the moon arose
the stars put on fantastic shows
but I was blind and did not care
I was alone still, standing there

I picked a blossom from the tree
I was alone still, standing there

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Another form challenge from Bastet at MLMM – the Kyrielle Sonnet
B&Ps Shadorma & Beyond