Thursday, April 27, 2017

Wordless

Wordless



Wordless I sit
not a thought in my head
as the birds sing their song
and the morning sun climbs high
Wordless I sit
as thoughts awaken
flowers stretching their heads
bees being to hum
Wordless I sit
as my fingers move
to write this poem
for you
Work By Karen Sue Smith 4/7/17

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