bluejaysfly
one small piece of parchment,
printed with some words
is actually much more than that.
it holds the end of an era,
of the story that so many grew up with.
this is what i thought as i purchased
my harry potter 7: part 2 ticket.
so small yet so important :)
blaring loud,
never stop,
millions of people,
walking about,
on the streets,
and in the stores,
nyc is like a giant megaphone
brown. but not
birch trees whisper in the wind,
branches wavering
on each stick
grows a leaf.
a shoot of green,
new life
a stick
brown. but not
brown. but not
birch trees sway in the wind
branches fluttering in
the blistering breath of the
north wind
on each stick, a leaf grows,
new life, so perfect
brown. but not