The Flower
Whisper wind, whisper
Sing me lullaby,
Softly breeze, softly
Of years long flown by.
Softly the whispers of
many a day,
Come back to me, from
so far away.
Softly wind, backwards
to some happy hour,
When I was just blooming,
a delicate flower.
Now the winds singing to me,
yet so cold,
As the songs touch me from
echoes of old...
And yet in those memories
I'm taken in,
And under the sun I am
carefree again.
Copyright © Bj Legros Kelley | Year Posted 2020
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