Under the cloth of sorrow Music tastes sweeter and birds chirp louder Velvet drapes over concrete Smooth the edges to make them bearable The hedge trims itself as no one else will And a light searches for someone to shine on By the end of the day Battles have erupted and lovers have whispered their tender secrets But the one who knows all will never tell.
hmm *ponders* i'm drinking a strange concoction of cocnut/pineapple and orange....minus the coconut though...i like the imagery you've used in your poem Rigamorale
