Monday, 30 March 2020

HHush

Orange warmth in my eyes
It is no surprise
Liquefy a feet of ice
Slay those mischievous mice

No rain clouds this time
Just a purse full of dime
only for the greatest mime
Go blow the glacier rime

Will free my salt water
And soon be a feather
Nearly halfway there
have no more reason to shiver

It is for the eye
to meet another why
Let birds fly high
along with a goodbye


Written in October 8, 2008
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