Author: Antarctica Journal

Night Song silence sings a silent song silently, this monody from the diaphragm of mockingbirds, breaking every wondering In her synchronized tune; a wail here, a brawl there, then a chirp. birds whistle, -at night, birds sing, so does mother. she tunes a wail for each new burden, she never opted for this. papa, you lied. true lovers don’t die […]