Whorl - Can It Not Be

Can it not be
The way that it was?
Birds would fly
Through the park
Floating on the air
Like some effervescent noise
That lay stagnant out on the window
An ideal borne of hope
And fear. Fear of a wish, that it may come true
Fear that it may tear itself apart
Can it not be
The way that it was?
Birds would fly overhead again
With the air perpetually cool
And me, I still sat on my stool

Written by:
David Tapper

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