Manna is sick

Manna is sick

A Poem by winter;lyra

Manna is sick

Manna is sick
As you can tell by the ring of her bells
She might as well be well

Manna is sick
But by the way she sings
It comes like a subtle wind of a queery queen

Manna is sick
She's at home, still minding her loam
Still meddling with my own

Manna is sick

© 2017 winter;lyra


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Added on August 28, 2017
Last Updated on August 28, 2017