The coppice was full of bird songs
And daffodils so fair
But I can no longer see them
For my eyes are dim with dispair.
Could not reach the truth
It was taken without heart
Lies broken somewhere
Stuck in a conjuror’s throat.
Mary ***
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
The coppice was full of bird songs
And daffodils so fair
But I can no longer see them
For my eyes are dim with dispair.
Could not reach the truth
It was taken without heart
Lies broken somewhere
Stuck in a conjuror’s throat.
Mary ***