Fear waits upon its prey
where the light is a shamefaced girl
wind is a fragmented guest
where silence fools the unwary
to chirp the birds forget
where the baiter might be the bait
the hush is not all white
as in that ever ruling night
blood is spilled without sound.
Forlorn as the lovers' lost track
meanders the creek
in moans for the lost
shedding its sighs to the tides.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Fear waits upon its prey
where the light is a shamefaced girl
wind is a fragmented guest
where silence fools the unwary
to chirp the birds forget
where the baiter might be the bait
the hush is not all white
as in that ever ruling night
blood is spilled without sound.
Forlorn as the lovers' lost track
meanders the creek
in moans for the lost
shedding its sighs to the tides.
Sunderbans, January 28, 5pm
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