Poem #1: show
So they sing all day
And at night they play
Being mute to the calling of the far
Birth without a choice
Death without a voice
And the door of life is left ajar.
Hops of one, two, three
Four for you, five for me
And the count shall continue undeterred
With a six, seven, eight
Watch the tide abate
Once I saw, once I felt, once I heard.
For the tick and the tock
Of the broken clock
Shall align in a perfect harmony
And the south, and the north
Will be seen henceforth
And will add to the branches of the tree.
Birth is now a choice
Death a spoken voice
And the gate to the Heavens shall unlock.
And at night they play
Being mute to the calling of the far
Birth without a choice
Death without a voice
And the door of life is left ajar.
Hops of one, two, three
Four for you, five for me
And the count shall continue undeterred
With a six, seven, eight
Watch the tide abate
Once I saw, once I felt, once I heard.
For the tick and the tock
Of the broken clock
Shall align in a perfect harmony
And the south, and the north
Will be seen henceforth
And will add to the branches of the tree.
Birth is now a choice
Death a spoken voice
And the gate to the Heavens shall unlock.
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