.
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
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Written on 2022-09-30 at 01:49
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Nine PM
A little bird cries in the gardenThe 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
Read 138 times
Written on 2022-09-30 at 01:49
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