morn mourns everyday


Morn mourns everyday, 
The noon, a shady light. 
I wish I was close
For the last time. 

The room smells of you, 
Dear cold stone. 
Sleep like a wren, 
Far from home. 

Did I hide too much? 
My lonely plover. 
Sing the song you love, 
When it's over. 

I'll be quiet for you, 
My quiet little stone. 
Sleep tide till time dies, 
Feel at home.

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