Syrinx's SadnessA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenStuck, unable to leave the cocoon.Syrinx's
Sadness Those Scorpions sang me an angel from the land of the morning star. But my life blood flowed down regretful cheeks stinging, salty my sorry soul. For she was lost in the mists and no wise man could give me true counsel, and ease the pain. For her wings were wet with my tears and she had forgotten how to rise up. So there she lay, a crumpled,
sad nymph upon oaken bark, and there, deep in her safe, magic forest, her final breath was taken. 20/09/17 © 2017 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 20, 2017 Last Updated on September 20, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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