Bobette Bryan's Poetry


Roosting

It's your soul
that whispers my name,
you who live in my breast,
roosting quietly,
but not gently,
residing where my
heart is purest,
humming a beat
I hear all day.
You stretch your wings
inside me
until you
carry me away.

© 2010 Bobette Bryan






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