Sunday By: Bron... My brother Sunny day Skylark sings in the grass. Little girl gathers flowers in the field. In a mine field she picks them. Everystep a grace. Forgiven each whimsical turn. Innocense pleads. Just the simple steps to home. Out of the maze of chance. A bouquet for the table. And a hug for mother. It's a beautiful day... But the earth rumbles. Golden pedals rain silently to the ground. The fragrance of flowers and A red mist hangs in the air... And the sun shines on. Grasshopper..."Boing" Skylark resumes his song... All is well in the field... A butterfly lites On a shred of lace. Bron
Reason for writing:
He never really told me...but I gather it's about the innocent victoms of war.
Birth sign: Pisces
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