I Found Favor In A Lake

Deep down the woods
By the bank of the river
I sat and hear the birds singing,
Some sang melancholies
That kept my heart moving
With a smile i turned away
The unhappy and the sway
Then i ask if this peace may
Mend the broken arrows,
And it scars on my face
when it wind blows.
When ever pensive grows.
With a glimpse at it sight
I restore my broken plight

Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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