itÂs a mysterious day by Gabrielle L Gervaisits a mysterious day
when the trees are black
a mysterious day
when brick is shining
and the charred trees dancing
huddle close
bury your head
cover your cheeks
whistle with your heartbeat
whistle to forget the sickness
whistle with the wind
its a strange day
when you wish you could dance with the trees
and wail, and mourn
and beat your fists upon your breast
its a mysterious day
when you choose to be
with broken trees. 01/20/2003 Posted on 01/27/2003 Copyright © 2024 Gabrielle L Gervais
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