Aujour'hui maman est morte,
Or yesterday,
Maybe,
When the broken tree fell on her.
I will follow fear for us
With a handful
Of dust;
Dusk to dawn in a wordless echo.
We can watch the string show
With our eyes closed.
Tonight
A dark symphony plays for one.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
Aujour'hui maman est morte,
Or yesterday,
Maybe,
When the broken tree fell on her.
I will follow fear for us
With a handful
Of dust;
Dusk to dawn in a wordless echo.
We can watch the string show
With our eyes closed.
Tonight
A dark symphony plays for one.
Death
Request permission to use this poem