The Mourn

Twirling like a ballerinaLeaves fall at season’s endWith happiness too. Snow silences the noiseWhite graces the dirtAnd the sacrifice. Animals fight to liveHouses beg for heatWhile singers praise a silent night. Now only the shadowsAnd life’s peaceful sleepGrace the eyes of the mourn. One hundred twenty days to countAs darkness has the timeBefore Spring brings […]

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