A song so bold it stirs the sky,
The blackbird’s call, a last goodbye.
What cannot live in word or stone,
Is given voice when we’re alone.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
A song so bold it stirs the sky,
The blackbird’s call, a last goodbye.
What cannot live in word or stone,
Is given voice when we’re alone.
From A Poem A Day: All Continental Europe
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