(Ghazal in iambic Tetrameter)
I received a letter from Glee;
I think of things to bring me glee.
So sad that she has no home now;
They moved to the country with glee.
That body lies hidden in clay;
The willow tree sings not with glee.
The smiling sky is weeping now;
The soggy earth has lost its glee.
Ants' mounds of earth been washed away;
Angry biting aunts bring no glee.
© Paterika Hengreaves
A sad but beuatiful poem I first had to look up the word glee because I didn't know it
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