The wind sings its sorrow

Posted by Author on January 21, 2013 · 1 Comment 

The wind sings its sorrow and cries in the glade Unable to find its repose, It shredded its voice in the branches and wailed In hollows its tireless throes. The wind sings its sorrow, removing with haste The winter reliquiae’s reign, Unshrouding the earth and the clay’s worthless face Concealed under spurious pain. The wind … Continue reading →

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