Teira Naahi

Thursday, July 6, 2017


Finally the forgotten tune

Was whistled loud under silver moon

The little things then crept there under

And sat awhile with thoughts of thunder

The garden gnome gave up his house

To a handsome man who had no mouth

As waves of change that change no more

Went crashing out the factory door

Beautiful was that sunrise

Beautiful was that day

Beautiful was the words

Forgotten mid play

Station to station

And the wise man did say

My daughter is sleeping

Let her rest as she may:

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