One day you wake up, and your world has changed. In numbed thought, you begin to take footsteps learned long ago, but on a different path.
For the wren in the bush could not sing
His wings too tattered – his song no more
His flight sullied, no sky to soar
Panes of glass, long shaken by wind
Trip reflections of some passing friend
Twisted and twirled as waves on an ocean
Bent trees slapping their angry motion
Pale the morning's silent greeting
Mesh the day and midnight's meeting
To witness the silence in the rain
The sound long gone from the pain
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2007-07-25 at 04:17
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The Silent Song
Flowers bloomed no more that springFor the wren in the bush could not sing
His wings too tattered – his song no more
His flight sullied, no sky to soar
Panes of glass, long shaken by wind
Trip reflections of some passing friend
Twisted and twirled as waves on an ocean
Bent trees slapping their angry motion
Pale the morning's silent greeting
Mesh the day and midnight's meeting
To witness the silence in the rain
The sound long gone from the pain
Poetry by Morpheus
Read 568 times
Written on 2007-07-25 at 04:17
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