Through withered leaves
of rose and tree
lined paths do drift
and meet stirring
rising beneath the sky
Egress, to a way around
the stinging thorns
and snatching branches
that try to bar
A cord thus drawn
from wrist to hand
and hand to wrist
and back again
four points crossed
with silken twine
to bind thy soul for evermore
two hands, now joined
to tempt the fates
that would dare to test
the strength of strings
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