Little bird up in the tree,
Come on down,
Come whisper to me.
Your sweetest tune,
My dark elixir,
Poison me until forever.
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Whispers In The Night
PoetryWhat is light, To the night? To words on a page, Under the moon's watchful gaze? 12 o'clock, The Beginning and the End. 12:01am, Sleep has come, To undo the day's suffering, To welcome tomorrow's, In the hope that one day things will be different. ...
