Starry night in grass entombed
Where roses, by the heartside, bloomed
Left snowflakes frail and thunder strong;
This cloud my heart, this night my song.
So tender are the young birds dreaming
Of wind beneath bright feathers teeming;
I don't believe the stars can't hear
The rhymes I send into the air.
So listen now, o birds so wild,
Your life is short and the rain is mild.
The nest is warm and the night is long;
This cloud my heart, this night my song.
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Hmmm I was looking for a poem to parody... and I found a gifted poet
As I read your words, I am amazed by your depth and gentle beauty... Where were you a hundred years ago when I was young?
Ken
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A hundred years ago... ah, nostalgia. Thank you for the uplifting comments. I'm looking forward to reading your parody!
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