Let my words Like birds Fly high And like a wisp of a cloud on a clear blue sky rest gently upon the soul of
I wonder If I exhaled them Or washed them down the drain For they’ve gone missing Like my spectacles and now I can find them
Oh! They torment me so these words – that fly before my eyes, like birds the din they create -flapping their sturdy wing
As much as I love words, words are just that : words. They don’t form the basis of a relationship. What do you think? Copyright©lifeateacher.wordpress.com.