A SONG

(April-18)

                                             courtesy : google image

 With those

Dove-alphabets

The song Written on

The azure paper

Sung by you

Is powerful

To stop    

The blood-bath

I sink my quill

In the sun-pot

Copy

Those songs

And whisper

To the wind

To take them

Far and wide

Posted for Marian’s prompt Working On That @ Real Toads