Was A Time

She was everything.

There was a time when she was everything,
And music flowed from her into his ears.
But what she meant by all that she would sing
He missed while seeking witness from his peers,
Until the sound broke down and into tears.
Oh, yes – there was a time when all was good:
And might be still, if he had understood

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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