Perched on a branch,
A King for the day,
Waiting for a fish to swim my way,
Heron's fish in the deep,
Eel's are what they seek,
The air is broken,
As swans start to fly,
A little moorhen floats on by......
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The Flow of The Letters
As dreams were captured on reams , Wishes written with an emotional hand, As the flow of letters formed the words, Acting as the hands of t...
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To write a thousand words, How one feels, But cannot find those eyes, Who would read, A message unread, For a thousand years, Maybe in anoth... -
Sat on a path, At the dawn of the day, Cross roads in sight, Thinking which way, To the left or to the right, Or straight ahead towards ton... -
A Robin flew to a tree on my path, This was fate , It was meant to be, He sang a song, In his merry way, Only a few will understand his wor...
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