tagNon-Erotic PoetryThe Sky over Melbourne

The Sky over Melbourne


When the dusk crow is flying it must be an omen.
When winter is haunted it must be the snowmen.
The wizards are hungrily drumming up spirits.
There's pain in my heart and I want you to hear it.

On this, the darkest of days,
the sky above Melbourne is grey.

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