When I am the pure
song of the bird,
I am limitless.
The wind may bend
my tune, at times,
but I soar,
above,
beyond,
eternal.
How sweet it must be
to remain pure
bird song.
I, for now,
must settle for
bird song
when the wind
of my mind
subsides.
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2 replies on “Bird Song”
Beautiful.
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Thank you, Julia. 🥰❤️
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