Dove and Crow's Song
the birds in heaven
weeping still for your lost soul
peace cannot survive
in this needled cage
where desires rot like trash
singing, ringing noise
trumpets loud ablaze
sins of pleasure well erased
gardens have returned
but what flower knows
the warmth of the shining sun?
wherefore can we sleep?
wherefore is this peace?
let it dwell within us all
those who go too soon.
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