Exquisite Corpse #1

Restrictions

  1. Mood: Sad
  2. Rhyme Scheme: aabb

 

The cherry blossom shivers in the gale

But nothing grew near the bale

The bare earth begged for friends

My core churns as the sky bends

I lose sight of everything I thought I knew

I expected more but I got so few

My empty basket of bread

Sink my basket of deplorables w/lead

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