A Gentle Scream
This tender breeze picks up my thoughts...
Up high over many skys with hopes of being caught...
Left to only imagine if it passed over or fell to its death...
Or maybe catch the eyes of a Poet I never met...
Either way I will start my day the same...
With anticipation and hope that my words will fly untamed...
To maybe here whispers that they were seen...
And to finally bring a smile through a gentle scream..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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