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Death Of A Lion

Thick

The morning air was thick

That first day with no courage

 

And heavy was the hand

Yet heavier the heart

That first day with no courage

 

Conversation was absent

As no words were found

That first day with no courage

 

With no point to prove

Knowledge proved moot

That first day with no courage

 

Quieter still

Logic remained

That first day with no courage

 

The measure of joy

On smiles not forming

That first day with no courage

 

When doubt broke silence

In perfect timing

That first day with no courage

 

Occasion passed by

Shoes being stared at

That first day with no courage

 

Once or twice more

Occasion passed by

That first day with no courage

 

But doors locked themselves

For longing grew weary

That first day with no courage

 

And thick

The morning air was thick

That first day with no courage