The Red Umbrella
It implicitly heard,
Perceived the dream,
Gently gathered me up under its protective expanse,
Pushing me down the pathway
I was daunted to pursue.
It steadily provided,
Gave graciously of its boldness,
Lending its valiant voice,
To the staccato whisper of my reverie.
The red umbrella,
Is my muse you see,
It shared its song,
---- with me.
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