The evening bird
Has the last word
Ere night closes.
In on virtue and sin.
The poet supposes
That another sun
Will come
and he will thrill
To birdsong once more.
Ere his day is o’er.
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K Morris - Poet 
Reblogged this on K Morris – Poet and commented:
A poem from my archives.
So beautiful Kevin.