untitled

October 23, 2017
By sheinitz SILVER, Okauchee, Wisconsin
sheinitz SILVER, Okauchee, Wisconsin
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments

The bird’s sing—it’s our song.
You pull me close, but you’re still sleeping.
Sunrise peeks through the window.
My mind drifts. Silence fills the room.
Tears stream. My heart shatters when
our bird’s song ends—and so do we.


The author's comments:

this is written in a korean poetric form called sijo


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.





Swoon Reads

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!