Beneath a sky of creeping crimson
the minstrel of the morning sings
songs of love, songs of sadness,
he mourns his maiden lost.
A warm cardigan 
around his heart;
in his eyes,
dewy
tears.
Tears
dewy
in his eyes;
around his heart
a warm cardigan, 
he mourns his maiden lost.
Songs of love, songs of sadness,
the minstrel of the morning sings,
beneath a sky of creeping crimson.
 

april 2004
Janet Reid

  

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