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

[RainIsABirb]

In the northmost rocky mountains, a small letter bearing a refrain is offered to a gravestone.

my hate swells, my hate sighs
through tides of uttered lies
ever-sailing, ever-moving
til' shores to which it arrives

there the dog cries
and the cicada screams
there trees grow tall
and forever evergreen

there, far, in the pines
i'll be waiting- long apart-
with my deepest apologies
for a frail maiden's heart

~ tandava