In Memory Of Sandy, The Cat
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The air is filled
With a fan's droning
A door opening, a spoon clattering
Life is still roaming
In and out of rooms
The gravel outside is grazed
By the rush of tyres
But sadness has drifted into the territory
Like an uninvited guest
Yet you cannot turn it out
You cannot not entertain it
This sadness demands your hospitality
Your undivided attention
It asks you to weep a little
For the missing sound of meowing
From the music of your soul.
Bu şiiri puanla
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