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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Dirge Unheard


That lonely bird’s song

Oh, how her heart bled for so long

May be she gently weeps

As the grief for her lost love, out it seeps

May be she inwardly trembles

like me, to the world she just dissembles

we sing together these melodies

of grief , of death, of our own maladies

and we reminisce of the last fall

how cruelly it brought death’s call

and of the way we both parted

I, near his grave, and she for a storm darted

Now all that’s left is solitude and torment


And that lonely bird’s unheard lament..