The writings of Hunter Coch

Silenced Song

On a hot dry night

I was born by the river

Under milky stars

And a moonless, painted sky.

 

On a hot dry night

A song of running whispers

Ran through the valley

Giving to fields and children.

 

On a hot dry night

The song of life went silent

Under milky stars

Leaving not but bones and dust.

 

On a hot dry night

I walked through the rivers corpse

Under milky stars

I waited for whispered songs,

 

But she laid silent and still.

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