Form the innocent picutures in my mind,
the expressions I yearn to see.
But are now gone, the soft umbrella
I come landing on, everytime it rains.
Is in your smile, gentle and warm
I have learned of your gracious manner.
I see a robin hen, poker faced in a barn.
Laughing hard at the rude cracked corn,
of human kindness.
It comes to feeding the empty and embarrased mind,
that wanders towards a vast and empty see.
Do you see me, under the brush of lifes every combing waves.
The minutes go by, and I smile and watch the rain pelt
away the sweet salt of everyday life gone away.
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