Monday, 5 September 2011

Kallingfisher

Kallingfisher, Kallingfisher, that twits and flits and flies.
Kallingfisher, Kallingfisher, unfold your feathered skies.
Let the world see your myriad of colours
Red, blue, yellow and others
Dear jewel, you shine your glory,
Don’t believe in those whispers gory,
You’re still, deep down inside, who you really are.
Nothing will degrade you, certainly not your car.
Kallingfisher, please don’t be sad.
Your colours fade as if they’ve gone bad.
How can he not see your beauty?
Your appearance is far beyond pretty.
How can he fancy another,
When he swore to love you forever?
Others dull in your presence,
Your speech is perfect in cadence,
How can he reject someone like you?
And go for someone even degrades him too?
Answers to that are just a big mystery,
Don’t care about that traitor! He’s already history.
Kallingfisher, Kallingfisher, that twits and flits and flies.
Kallingfisher, Kallingfisher, unfold your feathered skies.

2 comments:

  1. BEAUTIFUL BB! :D
    Lovely and vibrant poem!
    *hugs her*
    Thank you for this lovely poem BB>
    You are so gifted, it's amazin g!
    :D

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  2. Beautiful poem, BB. It's amazing how you can write so many fantastic ones so quickly! :D I love reading them all :]

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