A walk and a slouch appears
A breath and my heart sinks deeper still
They shall not have heard
of the wilting tree
It is not for them
to do charity
They shall not have heard
of the crying magpies
It is not for them
to know information privy
They shall not have heard
if they have not met
a wallowing soul so lost with regret
a careless tongue courtesy to forget
a wandering mind whose feet were once set
but now they wither
— unless He should restore her.
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