The mind reader
Every evening
I walk by this
astounding bay,
Reading thoughts
of men,
Creatures of god
and the different birds.
This evening,
I see sparrows,
Calling home,
Chirping wild
in dozy trees.
Hear them saying,
They reaped a fertile day.
Fishermen,
Near oldest piers.
Strained and
no longer active.
They heaped piles,
An honest catch.
I read the smiles,
I know what they say,
They bless a friend,
One relentless sea.
I see a man,
Reflecting in a corner.
I know he is a poet,
Missing his girl
faraway.
I know what he says,
Even though,
He utters no word.
And there,
Atop one distant boulder,
Rising without deep water,
I mark an angel.
Overwhelmed,
I halt and focus,
Harking towering hymns;
Radiate fondness
and more happiness,
He says.
Be cheerful like birds.
Their songs quiver,
Weaving fairy flowers
to charm this world.
Shower your life
with golden dust.
Be a spring flower,
Breathe again.
Smile!
I hear the angel,
But the angel
utters no word.
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