A Poet's Tree House
Featuring the Writing of Elisha Shumaker
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
A night sky
Fell upon our eyes
She took my hand
Led me gently to her bed
Whispered sweet nothings
In light leaping breaths
She laid me down
Tried to find my love
Capture it in her hand
As soon as she reached
It had flown away
Like a wild bird
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