the songbird in its
realm
is she the golden
foliage of tree delight—
shining sun—rays
bravura so right—
to this agonizing world
savor—
the only heroine
savior—
huddled together,
leaves—
on a heap
hoping that she
never leaves
(someone to keep)
especially that time when
their true hearts..{meet}
evoking winter
these fleeting moments
signify the
warm weather
crashing blue waves
here—to ponder
the beach is soggy—
English channel, there
although we are small
like speckled ornaments
we must not surrender
we often view clouds
like song meanings—
hardly we could ever remember