A Pause of Thought
A farm walk bathed in morning’s gold,
Where frisky lambs leap, free and bold.
Yet one soft lambkin stands apart,
Motherless, with a quiet heart.
A green cornfield sways in tune,
Beneath the watchful eye of noon.
A linnet in a gilded cage,
Sings of longing, sighs of age.
A frog’s fate—so slight, so small,
Bound by pond and nature’s call.
A house of cards, a fleeting thing,
Collapses with the winds of spring.
A portrait hangs upon the wall,
A hope still lingers—frail, yet tall.
A pin has a head, but has no hair,
A puzzle whispered on the air.
A pocket handkerchief to hem,
Stitched with care in dusk’s dim gem.
A peal of bells—a pause, a chime,
A pause of thought—a hush in time.

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