|The Lark (standard:poetry, 76 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Feb 26 2007||Views/Reads: 1636/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Mysteries of nature.|
The lark sings in the willow tree where the river runs. . Sweetly in tune (for him nature provides) so much more than I this little thing. . Where does he perch in the evening so silent then, hiding from those who would cut short his song? . Is it then a song he sings or, for me, a futile cry? . So silent becomes the willow tree when, like a phantom, the lark is gone. Tweet
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