I saw a bird today in the midst of the confusion.
(My mind took care of that one!)
As the dust settled and the grass was cut, a new dawn
Was set out, as before, along the by and bye.
By being beside a certain one, or part of the also Good-bye
Accompanied by the silence.
(But it somehow keeps getting louder!)
I sat a spell as he and I chatted.
"But of course!" I shouted, as he gave way the
Meticulous details of our very existence.
"Quite possibly imagination or maybe divination."
He stated.
Then flight he took of, and vanished.
...I awoke aside an elm in my Requiem.
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Ramblings of a RedHeaded Yeti
PoesíaOur lives are filled with love but also infinite sadness. Poetry gives the world a direct connection to the writers soul; prose is the key that unlocks the authors mind. These writings are my contribution to society.
