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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 12, 2018

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Submitted: August 12, 2018



Moment of silence,

When bird cease to sing.


Clothed feathers of crow,

In essence of dove.

Frank, he travels free. Uninvited.

In an urban jungle. Unwanted.

Frankly, unafraid.


So, he holds the helpless,

On dim lit streets, he would spy.

A little girl he takes, under fragile wing.

Wing that house, a two too many.

Generous and complaints a nary.


Yet as he comes as invincible,

He goes invisible.

And silence came to the ones. 

We, whom love was saved for Frank.

Are left pieces of legacy.


Other birds may sing, but only

Nostalgia for we, we who Frank left.

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