Everythings a Mirical
soft dirt beeath my feet
where many summers I recal
summer's from the heavens
everythings a mirical
a flower budding in the spring
on the sight of the Burlin wall
against all odds it's grows
everythings a mirical
a baby bird flies
at it's mothers call
home safe and warm
everythings a mirical
a childs first breath
she so fragile and small
her mother smiles and says
your my mirical
Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2013
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