My Lips Are Set Straight, Chapped, And Thin.
Heart
Is
Thumping
Wildly
Pushing
Blood
Through
My
Hot
Clouds Scurried Across The Sky Like Thin Blue Veins
As
If
It
Were
A
Captive
Animal
That
Had
Been
Set
Free From Accusation The Birds Soared Above Me
....
Such
An
Interesting
Concept
Because
How
Does
One
The Leaves Fell In Circles Around Me; It's Fall I Know
If
They
Truly
Are
"Free"
And
Not
Being
Held
Captive
By
The Dawn Is Quiet Since Deserted By The Sparrows
Sky
*Sydney
I Have Become The Songbird's Favorite Summer Tree, And My Precious Sparrows Are Flying Away, Else Where, Without Me, For I Am Grounded By The Hardening Soils..