Jul 2014
Life is short,
and sorrows sting,
And death his final toll will ring,
Still yet-
Still yet-
The birds will sing
their music.
and sorrows sting,
And death his final toll will ring,
Still yet-
Still yet-
The birds will sing
their music.
Alright, confession time: this is nearly a copy of another poem. The words are all different- it is mine. But I adore the original. It's in a book called The Abarat, by Clive Barker. The poem itself doesn't have a name.
