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I sang a song 

upon that hill

wishing you would hear

 

but the trees and birds

were all that heard

for you were nowhere near

 

I raised a note

so full of hurt 

up to the heavens high

 

and without you,

I laid my pain

upon that midnight sky

 

I cursed the stars,

forevermore

my words so black with hate

 

but they cursed back

and left me numb

shocked, and mouth agape 

 

now, all around

the grass was gone

the once black sky was red

 

and to the night

I cried and mourned

the love I knew was dead

 

with time apass

that red grew dull

and turned a blue and grey

 

for I've grown cold

to that fierce love

that led my heart astray

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◄ Birdsong

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 31st Oct 2023 10:52

A short pithy teratment of an old theme. Neat.

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