Night is reticent and devious,
the blue jays sang this morning,
now we dwell with Orpheus,
through the evening we lie in mourning.
Twilight chattering through the trees,
the owl echoes an omen,
we perish in memories
and never live our moments.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Night is reticent and devious,
the blue jays sang this morning,
now we dwell with Orpheus,
through the evening we lie in mourning.
Twilight chattering through the trees,
the owl echoes an omen,
we perish in memories
and never live our moments.
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