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  • Publiceret: 16 jun. 2013
  • Opdateret: 22 jun. 2013
  • Status: Igang
I denne movella vil jeg poste mine digte :) Smid gerne en kommentar eller et like! :)


3. A message from a blackbird

Sitting in my garden

Looking at the falling leaves

The air is fresh and crisp

But not as crisp as it used to be


I'm looking at the sky's flaming colours

And the setting orange sun

It's completely perfect

But not as perfect as it used to be


The darkness is coming

the twilight are sneaking into the day

and a whispering voice says:

it'll never be what it used to be


It's almost midnight now

All the birds are gone besides one on my glove

A blackbird with a white rose in it's beak

Sent from you, sent from above

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