Author Witter Bynner I stood between you and the hills ... Sorrowful hunter that I was, The wings of your mouth ceased flying Because I killed them with a kiss. And the rest of your wings flew away Into the sunset. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments