Poems from littlewishes
Its amazing,
someone who was once a stranger,
Has become so much more.
An installation in my life.
A part of every conversation.
A bit of...
In the cold, dead of winter night,
through the highest maple branches,
on the wind whistling through the air,
rides a song full of tears...
A rabbit in its burrow,
deep in the snow.
Soft and warm,
underneath,
the harsh cold wind that blows.
The deer padding through,
up upon...
Freedom is a fleeting thing.
Hard to work for, hard to get.
And once you grasp it,
it flies away again.........
This is the story of those who ride the sun.
They end very old and start off very young.
They have kind eyes to see,
ears to listen...