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“The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.”
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The birds crow a weeping meody, trees clean of leaves
The grass is brown in this winter freeze
But in the distance, there is a deer
Beautiful but skittish, if you go too near
Still in silence, camouflaged in brown
Eating the dead grass, with its head down
So we flock to the window, to see it graze
Because a deer is here, and we’re amazed
The spots on its back, match the falling snow
Blissf...
The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves
I know it might feel hard to I don’t know
but just breathe in real slow
Exhale out the pain as the wind blows
lèche-vitrine
I’ll always be watching you as though I’m shopping from the window
And I know I’m wrong
But I hope that’ll ease the actions I’ve done
I know I’m gone and I’m the reason for your tears mom
I wish I showed you I love...
The birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.
My sickness is spreading till my knees can’t withstand.
The weight of my fears and the weight of my dreams,
Crush and unravel me in their demands.
You say that you’ll love me when crows stop their mourning,
And for what I’ve gone through, you’ll always be brave.
But will you feel that when I’m dead in the morning,
Who will you love when I g...
The birds crow a weeping melody,
Trees clean of leaves
Swept in and out of silence.
I beg to free my heart and mind
From the raging winds of time.
Scattered whispers
In chirps and whistles
Sing of life without woe,
But not in a world
Where I’m doomed to grow.
Rise, recoil
Stay above the turmoil
Return to the soil.
Plant the seeds
Water with tears,
Cast sunlight
Over the shadows of my fears,...
The birds crowed a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves,
For their youngest hurled toward earth’s unforgiving crust.
The mother dove quickly into action, and a car’s tire screeched, yet
A deathly crunch scrambled and folded a plate of two servings.
The killings of man,the erasing of god’s sinful plan,
The birds hung unrested by their troubled hauntings.
The crickets crowed amongst the starkly n...
The wind howls through, whistling on eaves.
The first flurry rises
The lakes and ponds strengthen their ices.
Wildlife departs the wood
Wishing the warmth will return for good.
Cloaks and coats,hats and scarves
Through this land the season carves.
For when the trees shed their leaves
The winter wind begins to breathe....
TW: Child Death
The birds crow a weeping melody
Trees clean of leaves
“Who after will remember thee?”
Crying on the breeze
The hunters and seekers can’t find us
Trees clean of leaves
Winter is full of unkindness
Carried on the breeze
Caught by storm at the edge of the leigh
Trees clean of leaves
Feast for foxes, insects, and we
Blood on the breeze
Pick you bare and bear you to heaven
Trees cle...
The birds crow a weeping melody,trees clean of leaves.
Crisp air fills your lungs while the sun grieves.
For she knows we will long for her at the first sight of snow.
You know she’s still there but she doesn’t feel the same, by December we’ll hardly remember her name.
Without her warmth our spirits fall like the leaves the ground claims.
Why can’t we just smoke a joint on the beach like the...
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