Unfortunate Tidings Poem by Jorge Alexandre
Unfortunate Tidings
The day comes and goes at will,
Like the sun arriving, departing,
Each dawn and dusk through the mountain hill.
The news has arrived to undeafened ears,
Wishing now they were buzzing with silence,
So they could not face the amounted fear.
The burden of unfortunate tidings,
That burrows my heart deep in isolation,
Finds and shall find me dead and yet awaken.
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