A bluebird blissful, fistful of flight
happily hopping to the greens and the grain
accompanies the rhythm and rhyme
subtle solemn songs intertwine
Through the still and the sway, now boy don't you walk away
you just wait, we're gonna fly someday
Hearts flutter in congruency at the speed of waiting wings
swinging in the summer breeze, blending with the autumn leaves
shades sank so deeply--those amber eyes so discreetly,
just dying to complete me
And Love,
Though the fair fall is fleeting
with winter winds freezing
There's a warmth in the way
our eyes dance the days away
starry gaze, steady aim, toward the spring
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
A bluebird blissful, fistful of flight
happily hopping to the greens and the grain
accompanies the rhythm and rhyme
subtle solemn songs intertwine
Through the still and the sway, now boy don't you walk away
you just wait, we're gonna fly someday
Hearts flutter in congruency at the speed of waiting wings
swinging in the summer breeze, blending with the autumn leaves
shades sank so deeply--those amber eyes so discreetly,
just dying to complete me
And Love,
Though the fair fall is fleeting
with winter winds freezing
There's a warmth in the way
our eyes dance the days away
starry gaze, steady aim, toward the spring
*I am a blue bird exploding, eroding.
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