While The Wilds Poem by Michael Shindler

While The Wilds



While the wilds of the world whirl by,
Fairies sing the hours into song,
Each seeming a history long,
And history itself a sigh,
Yet the songbirds singing still fly.

Tuesday, May 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: world
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Originally published in New English Review (April 2020) .
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