Monday, 13 February 2012

Indian song


She had shed no tears for days,
weeks,
until the Indian sang his song.
Her eyes began to bleed.
Tears,
for her father
soaked her pillow.
''I know he's well now,
I know he's at peace.''
Her tears drowned her sadness.
For now
she no longer knew what she had missed.
The Indian sang;
sung her to sleep,
and cradled her gently,
with a midnights kiss.

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