Bad day
Started out good
Turned bad
Got a few poems out of it
A dove flies by
Two crows peck at it
A hawk comes
The crows fly away
Something so pure and white
Became something else
First with playful blues and greens
Then stained with everlasting black
You are amazing and make magic. Thank you for painting this picture with your words.
ReplyDeleteyou should start a poem book. or file on your computer.
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