As children we would sing
The Valley of the Vanishing Winds
When alone or with others
Who shared our loneliness.
The first line would steal our voices,
The second our breath,
The third made clear
Life was no longer an option.
As children we would sing
The Valley of the Vanishing Winds
When alone or with others
Who shared our loneliness.
The first line would steal our voices,
The second our breath,
The third made clear
Life was no longer an option.
Umbriate Press Poetry 