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Poetry: Despair

by L. A. Hardt

Created on: November 03, 2007   Last Updated: November 06, 2007

Black Birds"

Black birds singing by a small oak tree
Three woman were blessed, but one was not me
Raindrops falling from a deep blue sky
Love shall come and pass me by

Grass grows tall in the spring of this year
Dew will form each lonely tear
A baby's cry shall wake the night
Two hearts fill at love's delight

Black birds sing at the small oak tree
Thinking the tune might comfort me
The black birds leave before the dawn
A winter's breeze wakes up this morn

The ground is covered white with snow
Reminding me of what I know
As the cold wind stings my lonely face
I cry for the black birds in this empty place

Born to roam life's path alone
I always wait to find my home
Tomorrow might be judgment day
Just one more dream before I grey

Black birds sing once more for me
Maybe one shall hear my plea
Across this darkened night I'll find
A lightened thought to fill my mind

Blind are they who know no love
In the tuneful songs black birds sing of
Lost are they who are left to cry
Who know the tune and love's good-bye

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