Burning wood,
like paper in the wind.
The words all undefined.
A string of words with
undless possibilities.
A glimpse for just a fleeting second.
A crink and cackle of wood and paper,
burning endless in the sun.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
The child and the sparrow
A sparrow with its graceful wings,
flitting about below.
As a young girl watches and wonders how
her life might be so.
For a sparrow with its graceful dance
can only know of joy.
It's song never hints at sorrow.
Oh, how the young girl wishes
she could borrow; the sparrow's
life for just s fleeting moment.
A child with its careful hands
as she molds her thoughts like clay.
A sparrow who wishes her wings
would still a moment to lay.
A child with a future and a
thousand dreams to seek.
Is the envy of a sparrow who's
outcome is often bleak.
How these souls came to envy,
one can never know.
But the child and the sparrow
wish different lives ever so.
flitting about below.
As a young girl watches and wonders how
her life might be so.
For a sparrow with its graceful dance
can only know of joy.
It's song never hints at sorrow.
Oh, how the young girl wishes
she could borrow; the sparrow's
life for just s fleeting moment.
A child with its careful hands
as she molds her thoughts like clay.
A sparrow who wishes her wings
would still a moment to lay.
A child with a future and a
thousand dreams to seek.
Is the envy of a sparrow who's
outcome is often bleak.
How these souls came to envy,
one can never know.
But the child and the sparrow
wish different lives ever so.
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