The laughter of the black birds,
And the hum of the wind
Moves the dangling willow tree
To canopy her from her sin.
The leafy umbrella conceals her scars,
Comforts the lady in tears,
Whispers sweet words of a lullaby,
Left to linger throughout her ears.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
The laughter of the black birds,
And the hum of the wind
Moves the dangling willow tree
To canopy her from her sin.
The leafy umbrella conceals her scars,
Comforts the lady in tears,
Whispers sweet words of a lullaby,
Left to linger throughout her ears.
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