Shall we see who lives within the whiperwill
The round robin lets down her hair, I know you're in there
Sitting under the cottonwood tree with the fool I and me
The quiet sound of the snowy owl
With the heat generated I burn a circle in the snow
I feel the trees slumber, its limbs fold around me
The child smiling, the child turning away
In the stove pipe dungeon the sky is clear
You want to walk away but you never do
You are not trapped but the book begins, it raps you on the shins
Shall we start over again in the ghost town
Your tears wash away all the dirt and pain.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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