Pay no mind
to the buzzing bees.
They grow the Earth,
plants, and trees.
Instead, hum me tune of
a bird on its wing
Like a woman in the way
her joyous voice will sing.
She will dance and sway
and raise her hands high
To the birds singing
and painting the sky.
Pay no mind
to my willowy tears.
They mimic my aspirations,
hopes, and fears.
I fear a bird will
never come my way,
Never sing for me,
so here I stay
Singing of birds on the wing,
a sorrowful tune
As I pray for a
dancing bird to sing to me soon.
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Poems, Songs, and Other Arts
RandomThings to remember. Things that make me happy. Food for the soul. Venting and rants. Enchiladas. You are loved... by enchiladas. --- This vague description just means this is my art book. Weather it be poems, short stories, or actual art, I might pu...
