Blue Eyed Jay
She's a collector of treasures;
Which by its glitter;
She measures
But soon;
Will give her no pleasure.
She has no concern;
For what others;
Have earned;
And she takes;
Without discern
She shows no devotions;
And she lives by compulsions;
And it's;
A life;
Void of all emotions.
She searches each day; for what’s got away.
And in the skies;
That she flies;
Now;
Are but muted colors of gray
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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