Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 108 Points (17/02/95)

Blue Bird - Poem by Maylee Bossy

Was it you who called me in the straining sun
To tell me that you had been alright all along
I saw you once I thought
In paper branches singing
It was never a Sunday when the hymns filled my heart
Your tongue screamed innocence
I dreamed, perhaps of you
Surely of having wings
And pulling worms out of their holes
With only my mouth

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 2, 2013

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