A Song
Words bounce inside
Calming the breeze
Believing things will come
And holding out for what I cant see
Stories told and fables unfold
Coloring the books I read
Imagination struck with the
Hands of time waiting to be free
Birds chirp their notes of a song
Floating on the clouds pillow
Weeping and whistling
Tears of a lonely willow
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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