Saving For Later
When the wind blows across the meadow
And the tops of the flowers in waves
Of three syllables deposit to escrow
The name of my bluebird to save
She's not mine at the moment to access
But my time collects interest and grows
'Til the day I can withdraw my earnings
On that day to her then will propose
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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