I hear the whisper,
wind blowing soflty,
in my ear.
It grows louder, wider.
Like a light tearing a hole
larger,
in my heart.
I hear the Lark,
the song it sings,
fills my soul.
Bursting it open
To a whole new world,
of grief, of pain.
I could not stay secluded,
My own world wouldn't stay,
in its,
own little corner of the Universe.
A black hole
had to come.
I had to hear
the Lark's Song.
wind blowing soflty,
in my ear.
It grows louder, wider.
Like a light tearing a hole
larger,
in my heart.
I hear the Lark,
the song it sings,
fills my soul.
Bursting it open
To a whole new world,
of grief, of pain.
I could not stay secluded,
My own world wouldn't stay,
in its,
own little corner of the Universe.
A black hole
had to come.
I had to hear
the Lark's Song.
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