Your buzz soothes me.
Your presence comforts my soul.
You are the sound of the wild.
You are what makes this place whole.
You sing everyday,
From dusk to dawn.
Your song so sweet
Your shell so worn.
I find your remains
Stuck to a tree
But I know out there
You spirit is free
So sing dear cicada
Let your voice be heard
From miles away,
More beautiful than a bird.
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Poems of Passing Fancy
PoetryPoems written by me as my life goes on. Feel free to request a poem about something if you want :)
