The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

It died for want of nurture
And the world has passed it by.
And yes; absence made it fonder
But that cannot last for aye.

It only needed watering
Once in a long, long while:
A call - a note, e’en quickly wrote;
A word, a wave, a smile.

It’s withered now. The reaper
Comes and cleaves it down like hay.
On the quenching fire is tossed
The love that passed away.

Bitter root is all that’s left
To decay, ferment and rot.
But the heady scent and glories spent
Will never be forgot.

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