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Walls screamed for a release,
Demanding care, and some peace.

A handsome little boy was on his
way, My second love,
Wanting to enjoy, laugh and play.

Aquamarine observing mine,
Somewhat as periwinkle shine,
Collecting treasures, fanticies
and such,The nile blue, a tide to
touch.

Trusting, eager to apologize,
Absorbing youth, sunny skies.
Tomorrow's portion attratively
done,
Fascinating the eyes of my son.

The drummer boy began to frown,
A broken heart, got tossed around.
These walls trembled and shook,
No more water in the brook.

Walls stood alone and bare,
Happy children were not there.
The walls cried, seemed to say,
My happy family, has moved
away.

(c) copyright heather burns