Let us mourn.
O, Let us mourn.
A tree will shed it's leaves
And the sky will cry crystal tears
And a wolf will sing an ancient hymn
When they've lost a love.
Let us mourn.
O, Let us mourn.
A singer will sing the saddest song,
An artist will use every shade of blue and black,
A musician will trade her trumpets for harp strings
When a passion of theirs dies.
Let us mourn.
O, Let us mourn.
Let us Mourn.
O God, Please let us mourn.
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Poetry... and Other Mindless Things.
PoetryIt's a book of poems written by me. Come and sit for a little while.
