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Midnight Park
Weeping willows in the darkness call my name
and yet every night my dreams are the same,
I walk through the shadows of the dark
searching for but a glimpse of the lark,
within its eye I thought I caught the wild flame.
To stand before pooled moonlight and wash the same,
I feel the rains touch upon my skin where others lay blame,
but in my new found freedom their words I do not hark,
weeping willows in the darkness.
Never should I allow myself to be made tame,
my only wish was to hear the song before they came,
upon my soul they could not leave the infernal mark,
I found myself as I wandered the park,
to discover that the haunting song bird was lame,
weeping willows in the darkness.
4:28 PM - 10/18/2006 -
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