There's a quiet sense of silence,
There's a stillness everywhere;
A dark tranquility pervades,
the calmness in the air.
Who hushed the babybirds today?
They seem to sense the mood;
What miracle of nature,
has turned them so subdued?
The clouds are all in mourning
in sombre shades of grey.
The sky is dull and downcast,
The Son won't rise today...
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Bellis. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.