Friday 13 April 2018
Eight
Who will break your news,
struggling to escape,
last winter's blues,
no horizon's bright,
is your mark a stain,
you're always right,
it makes life a curfew,
no dancing on waves,
or fearing what to do,
never mind the time,
hear a donkey bray,
you sit by a fire,
before sunrise bears fruit,
your tears seep away,
no one can reach you,
every wondered why,
enquires about pain,
make a long silent night,
your moans are in tune,
with a fortune at bay,
hearing rain on the roof,
you won't shout hurray.
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