Archive for July 27, 2011

It was a sunny day

Through  the dark green pine tree tops

the wind whispered your name. It was a sunny day.

A black bird sang a tune not heard before,

another joined in far away.

Suddenly the wind was gone,

the black bird done with it

A never deeper silence came

and time to throw some sand

on your wooden coffin’s lid.

I won’t forget your name.

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