An Unopened Book
Your Name In The Breeze
I hear your name in the breeze,
each letter punctuated out perfectly.
I see your name written in the stars,
and in the clouds that intrupt my vision.
I see your name in my aplhabet soup.
I see it written neatly with,
refridgerater magnats.
I see then in the puddles made by the rain,
in the ripples of the pond.
In the rampids of the Provo river.
So I can't help but think of you,
I am now sure I know how;
to spell your name.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
each letter punctuated out perfectly.
I see your name written in the stars,
and in the clouds that intrupt my vision.
I see your name in my aplhabet soup.
I see it written neatly with,
refridgerater magnats.
I see then in the puddles made by the rain,
in the ripples of the pond.
In the rampids of the Provo river.
So I can't help but think of you,
I am now sure I know how;
to spell your name.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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Your Name In The Breeze
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