Aden Zincke Poems

Hear the distant voices, crying on the wind
See the look of anger etched upon our skin
Feel the drums of anguish, pounding a tattoo
Taste the blood of innocence flowing into you
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Winter spins her icy web
And Summer soon we will forget
Ice and snow have always fell
In the land Cair ParaveI
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Your haunting music fills the air as you're passing through
Searching for a new abode but none is home to you
Rags and tatters cover you and make-up clouds your eyes
Forever searching for your home for Gypsy Paradise
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Whispering softly, rustles through the leaves
Music floating on the air mysteriously
Hidden beats and fluttering wings appear
Out in plain sight but nobody hears
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It's early in the morning the Sun is still asleep
The morning birds are singing a song fresh on their beaks
The morning wind is howling to chase the night away
And yet I am lamenting a night that cannot stay
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Last night I saw a star die
And I heard the whole world grieve
We thought you'd shine forever
It's so hard to believe!
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