fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
 where the birds vanish we don't know
at evening they fly from the day trees
their wings beat through air firm and slow
where the birds vanish we don't know

the fading light is just enough to show
the branches moving in the sultry breeze
where the birds vanish we don't know
at evening they fly from the day trees

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Jun. 4th, 2007 08:59 pm
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)

our lives are governed by the clock
and though we hate we must obey
upon each heart there's a time-lock
our lives are governed by the clock

we aren't prepared for too much shock
but feel refreshed by normal play
our lives are governed by the clock
and though we hate we must obey

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
a moment named out of its place
not for our mouths the sordid verb
all emptied of its once-bright grace
a moment named out of its place

we aren't the ones who have to trace
the roots of this quite fragrant herb
a moment named out of its place
not for our mouths the sordid verb

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