An Indigo Bunting
What is this?something new;
Something small;
Something blue.
Something here
something there
It's not a thing;
it's alive
Watch him fly
hear him sing
oh, he's gone
Hope someday
He'll return to
brighten my day
An Indigo Bunting
What is this?Zenwitchfaery commented on An Indigo Bunting
02-13-2010
02/13/2010
kage commented on An Indigo Bunting
02-10-2010
02/10/2010
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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