eclipse Posted May 28, 2012 Share Posted May 28, 2012 Asleep the robin saves his song the moon waits observes the shaking breast and he listens to the music in a dream that creates the morning hymn as last moonlight glistens an old lady hungry for some music feeds one hungry bird and he sings for brown bread tears fall from brown eyes one little bird leads to memories that soothe his breast of red shadows sing and memories on the wing leave an old lady, as one bird tires, moon comes and listens to music in two dreams swing the robin opens his wings, distant moon hums The little bird waits for his winter treat his friend passed away her song is complete. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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