Some random crud I wrote a while back. Written from "the heart" and that cheesy stupidity.
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EGRET

In the deep of the woods,
There lived a child in the trees with the other animals, too.
In mist, there was a bird.
A bird so kind, a bird of white, for you and I to see right through.

Let it pass.
Let it live its life alone.
Through the woods,
Through the grass,
Has its life been set in stone?
Does it ponder the stars and the gentle moonlight,
Upon
Its graceful stride
Or does it stride alone?

Near the edge of the woods,
You find sunlight in the plains of endless thoughts and emotions.
It walked the grassy path.
Under the tress,
Do willows please a broken, open, heart?

Let it pass.
Let the Egret mourn alone.
Oh, beauty.
Such beauty.
How could my eyes dare bestow?
Rather go blind in the cloudy, rainy of nights for you.
You, oh for you.
Egret, my dear.

In the deepest of woods.
It now goes quiet in lack of that kind, tender, gentle soul.
If I could feel it now,
Only one word would come to mind for me in my somber time…

I regret.
I regret what I have done.
In the night.
In the night.
Does the Egret stare no more?
To the starry, moonless of skies where I dare eye on you?
Dare eye on you.
And all of what you mean to me.