Chants of blackbirds


Amongst the words I never said

I can distinguish the chants of blackbirds

At the early morning, feeling hangover about the stupid things I made

A forbidden string of words…

It is here, at this peaceful moment

That I can ease my torment

It almost feels like a whispered sorrow

With no blame to borrow

When the grace of sadness fades

Shall all my tears wash away?

I’ll miss the world of inner thoughts and shades

Perhaps a loners love wasn’t meant to convey…


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