each fell tear, a hope to end

gowns of reddest red, in deeds

the wind itself became their steeds

forth towards before, each severance

love itself would make no sense

songbirds worked and flew too quick

memory, it failed to click

mating seasons, come then gone

losing lovers each Spring's dawn

in songs themselves, their unique knacks

damaged chords churned life to blacks

crows were cowards — jays drew jeers

cardinals all, were all her peers

Tears You Hide - Jeremie Albino

Gwevera Nightingale’s Favorite Songs

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