The mocking bird sung a lonely song
Atop the bark of a dying tree
Writhing with stinging pain and grief
Restraining the strength of uncontrolled preempting howlGrey of night curtains the bright sky
As thundering silence wraps reality
Yet the mocking bird's song outcries the living serenity
Lilting in tone blended with agonizing strainTears fell down the mocking bird's vision
Watering the dried and cracked sweet soil
As it melody calms the raging hot winds
Stringing over downed feelings and rugged spirit.(WHY DOES THE MOCKING BIRD WEEPS? intaglio_azureHBC)
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Whispering Poetry
PoetryWeaving words, binding them in exquisite art of rumination for its every tune sings the mystery of life...