Come cry with me. <br />Some one, once then, ' said. <br />I could not help, but overhear. <br />Don't trees grow deep, <br />and deepest some, well are. <br />But not for me. <br />Dreams live and dwell <br />and sing a plaintive song <br />within the forest, ' all hold dear.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lesbianism/
