Counting days

Days  strolled by as the  sun flew past ,

Another day sat in desolation,

times that  go by selfishly,

I sit I wonder I dream of what outside really can be.

My back aches and my heart does too,

oh how many times a day I think of you.

The tree is limped and the garden is expressive,

I wish I could see but it’s not up to me,

I think upon adventure and what it can be.

Please tell me you can still see the birds that sing so wonderfully,

and that daring sky that lights up so brightly,

tell me you think of me.

Lily Redfern Dalton💜 X

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