‘The Song Of Death’
In the silence

Of drowned emotions,

In the silence,

Of lonely nights,

Where fingers are too

Cold to touch,

Sings a voiceless bird,

Roaming the deepest nooks

Of nightly secrets,

Of the arrival of

Bad, bad death.

Omens.

~~~

©Fathy_writes

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