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Nine PM

A little bird cries in the garden
The hour nine pm
She sings
She sings
She cries,

The leaves are stars
The stars are tears
Tonight the time
Moves motionlessly
Without body
Or voice,

She cries
She sings
She sings

The hour nine pm
A little bird cries in the garden




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-30 at 01:49

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