Apr 2016
A Child
Caught a thing
Meant for another
It flew yet wasn’t a bird
It whistled
She never heard
It tore her dress
Of blue cotton
And seven lives
Which must wait
Until Paradise
To be mended
Caught a thing
Meant for another
It flew yet wasn’t a bird
It whistled
She never heard
It tore her dress
Of blue cotton
And seven lives
Which must wait
Until Paradise
To be mended
