Oh how they sing
Mournfully and sorrowfully
When the flowers bloom
Only in the starlight
And the water shines
Only within our nighttime
Listen to them howl
In melodies untold
A story sung with notes
Seeping through the cracks
And unheard by perfect souls
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
