a collection of various snippets of poetry of dubious quality, as written by the dog

[RainIsABirb]

My heart goes out to all those lost.
S'not only death to take them away.
Its fog, its delicate cycle of change.
Its life, its relative righteous maze.

And along the paths we'll tend to find,
a straggler who's been left behind.
And with hand outstretched they'll say,
'Please come help, I've lost my way.'

'Come with me!' you try to reply!
But we can't see, they've stole our eyes
And we can't hear, they've closed our ears
So, separate ways we'll run. Goodbye!

So, what to do when one is lost?
S'not only death that takes us away.
Its whimsy, its fate, its luck, its pain.
Its happiness, its sorrow, and decay.

~ A poem pinned to the Sisters' Torii Gate.