whispering

Oh, Blossom, you wane,
the unseen blight,
That steals through shadows,
out of sight,
Has touched your heart
of deepest red,
And with its silent love,
has spread.

From seeds of doubt,
a Bitter Tree,
Bears fruit of sorrow,
from a heart unfree,
In twilight's realm,
away from day's glare,
Where dreams take flight
on wings of despair.