Where your favorite blogs come alive
Burning Heart
Terrible tunes echo endlessly across a soundless sky,
where wandering birds bellow songs searching for forever.
I inquire to the sorrowful songbird
'where oh where do I go? to find the snow to cool my racing heart?'
The terrible song bird sighs
'You won't find the snow here young one, it is only for thouse who's minds have grown and feelings sown, right at the surface of their heart'
'Whatever does that mean oh tired songbird?'
Answers abandoned my frozen fear
buried deep down
in the snow.
2/3