As I lie here on the ground,
Stars and world's turn round and round.
Shall my freedom soon be found?
Yet still I lie here on the ground.
Wind and birds fly free and sound,
Plants and creatures do abound.
But where am I? It doth astound!
Alas, I'm lying on the ground!
Lonely silence echoes 'round,
Friends forsake me, leave me bound.
Oh, how their cruelty doth confound,
As they leave me on the ground!
Hark, what is that blessed sound?
'Tis footsteps that do toward me pound.
Is it that I'm soon homeward bound?
But no, for lo, she's on the ground.
But now I cannot hear a sound.
I sink beneath this earthly mound.
The dark earth 'round me's gently wound,
For here I sleep within the ground.
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Whispered Songs
PoetryA collection of poems, most of them telling stories. Tales of worlds beyond, as well as stories of the plain beauty of that which we know.
