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As a Cloud Covers the Sun
The sweetly singing lark is unaware
the shadow of the hawk may swooping come
to chill the bright and happy summer air
and blot with death the yellow of the sun.
Each note it sings could be the last of all
that issues from its joyful silver throat,
then silence like a shroud would thickly fall
and end the echoes of that final note.
But while the lark's alive it sings its songs
and pays no heed to what's outside the now.
With melodies alone the lark belongs
and sing it will, till death does not allow.
As we should sing our song out loud and clear,
because today perhaps that hawk is near.
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Published 13th Oct 2024
| Edited Yesterday
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13th Oct 2024 2:26am
16th Oct 2024 1:49am
13th Oct 2024 4:42am
Dear AJ,
For me. I really appreciated the underlying message of gratitude for one’s daily bread and appreciation of life right in front. Not past nor future. Fab piece. H🌷
For me. I really appreciated the underlying message of gratitude for one’s daily bread and appreciation of life right in front. Not past nor future. Fab piece. H🌷
16th Oct 2024 1:50am
13th Oct 2024 9:04am
16th Oct 2024 1:52am
