The Days are bright
The Nights are long
The Birds are in their place
They Always sing their song,
The Air around me hugs me tight
It Won't let go of me,
So It starts out a fight!
Your Memory flutters
Like The early morning bird
Will You prefer a kiss,
Or Just a miss you card?
1 comment:
the feelings are very well portrayed.
Keep blogging.
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