once around.
The birds never change
They sound the same
I am ten
I am twelve
Fourteen – again
And I’ve wasted the same
Amount of time now
As back then
Thinking on what doesn’t
Matter
Moving to where I don’t
Need to be
Everything changes in time
But the birds
- They sound
The same.
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photograph & poem copyrighted by me
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photograph & poem copyrighted by me
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4 comments:
You have such a lovely blog. I love your writing!
Great poem! Enjoy a glorious day, Kellie xx
Oh this poem is too sweet. ♥
enchanting.
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