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Dec 2012
A cold winter’s night with the moon in full,
The trees rustle, but the wind lulls,
A Lullaby so sweet and melancholic,
Howling through the woods, a song so chronically
Painful to the ears, beauty at its purest,
Encapsulates your fears that everything’s not perfect,

And there you stand,
Shadow of a man,
A creature never to be seen,
Singing along
With the melancholy song,
A poor soul never to be found

The rain it falls and drips through the leaves
As the it storm rages all around your feet,
You run for cover from the lightning bolts,
As they slice their way through the dark and halt
The movement of life in your adopted home,
As you cry for the life you’ve never known

And there you stand,
Shadow of a man,
A creature never to be seen,
Singing along
With the melancholy song,
A poor soul never to be found

And now there’s silence, little old man,
As you stand as still as well you can,
There’s no more rain and crashes of thunder,
Just the branches of trees that were once under
The sky, the mighty big blue,
But now they’re under, under you.

And there you stand,
Shadow of a man,
A creature never to be seen,
Singing along
With the melancholy song,
A poor soul never to be found
Tommy
Written by
Tommy  22/F/UK
(22/F/UK)   
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   ---, Bluelips, pixels and Mariam Paracha
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