The Game
Out of you I make my birds of colors
And set them free for your windows open
As I know you look to them in keen eyes
Thus my searching glances can meet your sky
Maple trees ruffled clouds love to stop them
Buds in bowls on roof top always love them
I do know you wait in your nice canoe
To row and raise waves of red and blue hue
Some love humming bird some lark some cuckoo
You love sea gulls in your light green terrace
To get time is hard after handling chores
Still when pink and passionate beaks peck at
You are almost a peach to love the bites
The game between writes and pen is lovely
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July 1, 2016
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