Poem -
the thing about birds
I have lifted the birds
To higher places
Safe I Say Safe
And they have lifted me
To higher places
Sing they say Sing
Fly up and soar free but
I don't have their sweet songs
Or plumage of colour
I have not their wings
And so earthbound and duller
I am
M
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Hello M...
Make yourself feel.lighter...
The Color thing is what you design...
There's nothing wrong with a Solid color if you're not there you...
Thank you for the lift...
Hold on...
Come with me to the Palace...
You may have to go back a couple of pages...
Breathe when you get there...
You don't have to run if you help yourself fly...
If you start pulling me down...
I will see you when you get there...
If I'm still there...
Either way...
Enjoy!
Great write my friend...
Thank you for sharing...
S x
Perhaps we all fly when we die? Thanks S... I certainly hope I see you there ..hugs x
Birds held close their light
Cicadas sang the night
That's pretty R... you should make a poem with that. X
They're sweet, birds, aren't they? So many times I have put them high up out of a pussy cat's way. I love e the way you swap their birdsong for your own. Them asking you to sing. Them asking you to find happiness ... when happiness is bound and gagged in a dark corner xx