Silent Birds Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Silent Birds
What can spirits do at the prime-night?
Upset and weakening all the while.
An army of fire-flies hovering on the lake at night-
And I can't hear any birds sing.
What can spirits do at the prime-night?
So silent yet well belonged.
When nothing dare stir or move again,
birds never breaking into song, here.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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