Dirge written by Sonny Temblor at Spillwords.com



written by: Sonny Temblor



The afternoon blue refused to speak
These eyes so deep entwine a grief
I tasted tears in salt and gray
My heart adrift on lukewarm tea

This Sunday still reminds of light
But dirge is felt so dim as night
The downbeat tone that lulls the ears
The waterfalls that blind thy sight

The dirty shelves with withered dust
Remind of yesteryears of lily was

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