SwansongA Poem by Midnight Mortem
The evening air is warmer now...
The chill breath of Winter fading away As the swans overhead return with the Spring. And with their passing, a whisper lingers On the changing breeze: one swan's song, A last lament before the month of May, When five lost daughters are finally reclaimed... © 2010 Midnight MortemAuthor's Note
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Added on May 21, 2010 Last Updated on May 21, 2010 AuthorMidnight MortemUnited KingdomAboutI write, therefore I am...(to borrow from Descartes). I'm a music-mad, vintage/secondhand-clothes-mad, film-mad, art-poetry-and-literature mad (well, just plain mad, really) creature of the night w.. more..Writing
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