I hear a nightingale greeting dawn
The rain speaking to the roof of my heart
A winter blanket of snow
Tucking in the earth
Under a barren cherry tree
In a neighborhood of cold earth
In a house of wood
In a dress of crinoline
I lay
Cold
Motionless
Alone
Despite what I was led to believe
This is not heaven.
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Another terrific poem from you! All fabulous. Absolutely brilliant last stanza.
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