Shame
In the dusk of the day
When the dark shadows merge
And the cry of the wind
Mutes the chant of the bird
Where the waves hit the shore
And the air shakes the trees
Cold shivers of shame
Shape the bold into meek.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
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