Shadows and Secrets, Lies and Echoes
Wilma Mankiller, I love that name
It wasn't too much of a nothing day
Such a pretty, pretty boy
In such a pretty, pretty car
Nearness of blood
He didn't go far
Wounded, abandoned, lost
Hidden inside the woods
deep waters
shallow grave
Winds in the trees
whisper
whisper
Only God knows the name
Perched on winter's bone
Sings a sparrow
no horrors
without sorrow
Forced to bare the bitter chill
Of infinity's winters alone
How bright the stars
How cruel the frost
after death
nature follows
Copyright © Dymytryk Argyl | Year Posted 2015
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