The Skylark
Ayoo, ayooeh
Above the blue day
A sound of wings, a shudder
Song of currents swell
Thousand moons have fell
Into these many waters
Ayoo, ayooai
Sky bird says goodbye
To the youthful lily white
Grass of many blades
Sky of many shades
Goodbye, whispers he, goodnight
-For Dr. Mehta's The Alouetee contest
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2014
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