A faint cry was heard within the wind,
A lonely branch singing into the wild,
Holding onto it's last resorts,
All of his burdens had been pilled,
Watching his world tailspin,
Twirling out of control,
His likeliness to recover slim,
Or said so by his latest poll,
He watched his friends dance in the air,
Happily tussling in the windy blue sky,
They never saw his falling tears,
Or had ever asked why,
Yet they made him smile with glee,
For he may not have been joyful,
But they danced happily without a shutter,
So his sadness had become null.
Love the picture, the story behind it is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI get pictures from my friend that lives in Oregon. So I try to write a poem based on how I feel the picture is protraying itself.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, thanks!
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