The birds did not sing this morning
as a purple sun rose in the sky
no wing beat silently on perfumed air
as dark clouds gently drifted by
no cock crowed a second time
as light sneaked into morn
no lark rose to announce another dawn
moonlight had faded, run from approaching day
time kept its momentum and continued on its way
I had no fear of what the day might carry
as contented in your arms I lay.
A lovely capturing write David! ! A pleasure to read thank you! *10*! ! Best regards Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And what happened to the birds David, did you ever find out? Lovely piece of writing. love and hugs Ernestine XXX