Song of the Lark
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Song of the Lark

Another Line Remains Unsaid

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The future remains unread,
but the flowers weep,
for they fear the fickle sun
will leave them for dead.

Another line remains unsaid,
yet the poets need to sleep,
for they’ve come undone
with no eloquent muses in their stead.




Poetry, musings, and personal essays by Lark Morrigan

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Lark Morrigan

Lark Morrigan

Poet, essayist, sci-fi/fantasy writer, eclectic music junkie, & artist at heart. Lyrical soul.

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