I hear the laughing birds,
the staccato beating against branches.
Tiny eyes follow my dark descendant, shadow
between wooden fingers and sky,
a song carried across plains
open cherubs wings
They play on flutes
hearty souls of honest joy and wit.
Can you hear it?
Belly cave of an echo surrounds me,
God?
I surrender.
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Sad Girl
Thơ caPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
