Monday, June 21, 2010

Wishbone

Oh cloudy sky
stay true
and ever blue
upon my eye

For when the
window opens
in she flies

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was flying over the Atlantic when reading this. Thank you.

Peter Greene said...

Holy coops don't open the window over the Atlantic. Out she'd fly.

Thanks for the poem, Scrybe. A pretty little thing.

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Anonymous said...

A lovely bit of magical verse, believe my friend!