Cider Song
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
Old men sing their cider songs,
Too tired to know that death sits by.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
The old men sleep fitfully in freezing isolation
As a full moon sucks their breath
Then prods them to hard stone.
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This is beautiful. Who wrote it? Give credit to the author!
ReplyDeleteWritten by Richard Macwilliam.
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