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Lark

Song of the Lark,
So melodic
Entrancing
Alluring

In the forgotten silence
The hunter comes

With hates arrow
Shot in the wing
Once vunerable
Remembered beautiful
Such an easy prey

Slain is the heart
So quickly,
So quietly
Leaving no more songs
To sing

Mourn for her,
The victim,
Pretty lark,
Lain to rest
In the meadow of love

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-20-05







 



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Lark