lost for words

on the morning of my death
the birds will sing

like they sang upon the morning
of my birth

unless
it is the middle of the night

in which case
there’ll be nothing to be heard

except the song of silence
in my soul

a blind man
in the middle of the road

dazzled by headlights

Love lead me home

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