Dawn

Forever gone
Floating away with the wind
Going south with the birds
Leaving it's world behind
Leaving the whispers of the trees
Pressure is lifted
Gone away
No one to judge
No one to care
No one to call
No one to be there you when you fall
Catching bugs at dawn is now a dream
See you there.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

A graceful and eloquent write, Bravo,