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GreenMan Feb 2020
The church tower crows

Drifting black kites

In organised rows

Revelling in the heights


Why do they fly?

Just for the love of it

Why do they cry?

To let us all know of it
My first attempt at rhyming poetry.
GreenMan Jan 2020
Standing on the precipice

Looking out into the underworld

One step forward, no going back

No sound, no feeling

Falling backwards run away

Birds gather around to see the wreck

Theirs the only voice I know

Wretched crumbling heart still beats

Yellow haunted eyes still see

The edge slips under

On my back above the souls

Sails torn and candles out

The face inside gone but near

If only she knew and realised

— The End —