Will

Will the blue birds sing
when you come home to me?

Will the flowers sway in the breeze
happy to see our smiles?

Will the clouds all disappear
leaving nothing but a blue sky?

Will our hearts rejoice as one
when you come home to me?

Will all these things happen
when you come home to me?

4 September 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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