To die on a mountainside
But I don’t so it shall fade
Anyway like tears in rain
Vowels on a lizards tongue
Or spider footprints
On a web intricately spun
The breathing of leaves
In cauldron summer heat
Wings beating in the high night air
Songs of loss and misery
The hearts yearning to care
It all comes to nothing in the end
If the soul doesn’t feel that burning
For the scratching of a pen
©shaun patrick green 2011
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