If I take a route down the hill
On a good day
In spring,
There's a church I pass by.
And the garden I pass through
Makes the journey nice,
When the trees turn pink and flower shamelessly
And the sun shines the same,
On those sunken stones and stained glass
Of the church,
And the ominous black birds leap around
In the petals
And their black plumes dance among the pinks, even though they don't belong,
In such a place.
Their formal dress adds
To the splendour,
You can't have
Sunshine
Without the dark.
And the Church basks in light
While the funeral party lingers
Among the ceremonial stones,
Before going into the shade
Of that temple
And what can I do
But remember,
Those black birds
In the sun.
Hope you enjoyed! This was written a while back, almost two years ago, on my way home from college.
About the Creator
Lena-Jade Dee
Hello!
I do art, I love film, literature and poetry, and I don’t really know what I want to be yet.
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