by yasparkWilliamsville, New York, USA
Jan 2021 531 Views 14 comments
My song
I felt a poem in me
Growing like a tree
Wild and free
At the very edge
Where words emerge
To the croon
Of a gentle tune
Despite the winter cold
And crazy world
With swaying
Branches of words
And singing birds
Rehearsing my song
All day long
Growing like a tree
Wild and free
At the very edge
Where words emerge
To the croon
Of a gentle tune
Despite the winter cold
And crazy world
With swaying
Branches of words
And singing birds
Rehearsing my song
All day long
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Posted: Jan 2021
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Comments (14)
Rob x
Thoughts warmed by birdsong on a Winters day !
Regards Mick.
It brought a smile to my face thank you for sharing it with us all
Keep well,
Ru
Makes you feel light
Makes you run and fall
In a ball and laugh out