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Day slowly passes Its torch to the distance Beyond the crowd who've gathered All color will fade too When the birds flee Before the folk there stands A group of men but one His knees--left and right--knelt His neck and head bowed No face behind the black sag of hair He will no longer be When the birds flee Voices ring and ring Rash like a forest screaming While the fires are lit Still are only two A mother and her daughter Standing with the wind Faintly it will wisp When the birds flee Life has been cast Along with the day Should tomorrow come The day may turn so gray Knelt is the man And now his head shall lie Away from that which lifted him Another tale to tell When the birds flee
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
When the Birds Flee
Day slowly passes Its torch to the distance Beyond the crowd who've gathered All color will fade too When the birds flee Before the folk there stands A group of men but one His knees--left and right--knelt His neck and head bowed No face behind the black sag of hair He will no longer be When the birds flee Voices ring and ring Rash like a forest screaming While the fires are lit Still are only two A mother and her daughter Standing with the wind Faintly it will wisp When the birds flee Life has been cast Along with the day Should tomorrow come The day may turn so gray Knelt is the man And now his head shall lie Away from that which lifted him Another tale to tell When the birds flee
Attempting something more lyrical and rhythmic.
#father#mother#trees#daughter#birds#flee#wife#crowd#criminal#gathering
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
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