I Don’t Know why

I don’t know why
It’s a teary kind of day
A day for wallowing
And following paths of thought
Down darkened tracks
Of times once lived
To the crossroads
Where strangers meet
And even stranger beings
Beat tales of woe on tightened drums
And creatures dance a dance of sorrow
Whilst fluttering their tattered wings

 

Copyright January 2017

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