Flying Pigs
He will sit upon a bridge and peer
Into nothing but the beauty of the natural
He will listen to nothing but silence
And observe the still
He will take in the words of the immortally wise,
Unbiased to every thorn on a rose
His heart will bright; open
The sun on a day of storm
He will be the source of all my exhilaration
Copyright © Courtney Robinson | Year Posted 2009
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