Watching it come
Through my mind
Hearing the words
Come flocking behind
Like little birds cradling sadness
And sorrow upon their wings
Brick by brick
They build their wall
A hall towards
The wards of
Music chords
Down south
Cordially
The brevity
Grieved over flowers on the noon
High rising as the moon
And I watch the while
And hear the songs borne
Out lips that never open.
From eyes that never wake.
From bodies that never moved.
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Labyrinth
ŞiirPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
