Fiona Sunny

Seeing The Minds - Poem by Fiona Sunny

Never do I want to see a tear
Rolling down your rosy cheeks
I only await your arrival here
With open arms and glad beaks

Never do I want my arrow
To prick your delicate heart
I only strive to pick them narrow
And soothe you; cleansing the dirt

Never do I want your petals
To wither or be detained
I only try to bring from my wells
Water and scents long retained

Never have I wanted my days
To own anything that yours doesn't
Then why do you rifle against my ways
Saying that my thistles taunt?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 10, 2012

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