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BIRDSONG

BIRDSONG

                           
                                       The Bird roams the wild grass. His flight is on halt,
                                              Inside the ribcage he protects his heart.
                                              Open, rip the fabric covering your wings
                                               And let them spread into the vastness,
                                  The stars are waiting and the clouds have drifted away
                                            So you can, in forgiveness and in peace,
                                                        In speech and in song
                                                   Find your place in the world.
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernadette...

I knew it...

Beautiful write!

This also reminds me of Dolly Parton's Song...

Very beautiful song...

In the lyrics she sings she's a sparrow when she's broken but, she's an Eagle when she flies...

My mind went there when you spoke of the wings ...

​​​​​I don't know if it's because of the size of a sparrow people have it in the mind they're fragile, broken, and weak...

How small and weak was David when he took out that Giant Goliath with just a sling shot and a stone?

Even an Eagle can have trials and tribulations too right?

Maybe, it is just the sparrow?

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Marion

Your words flow gracefully and say beautiful things. Birds are beautiful too...healing...I watch and feed them everyday and who doesn't yearn to fly.
An uplifting write my friend x

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Shirley Harrison

Well I got goosebumps by the end, another beautifully created poem, loved the imagery and it's meaning, oh to be free. 🌹 

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Neville

Although I am generally a very contented individual and quite happy with my lot, I think if I could be anything else other than me, I would either be an eagle, a swift, a tawny owl or a red thighed falconet .. but then, there are those who think of me a just another horneythologist :) 

I not only enjoyed the flight of fancy you took me on here but hold these words in high regard and enjoyed the message contained herein ..

AGT's .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

I was feeding the birds this morning, (as always) and couldn’t stopping laughing. You have a great sense of humour, your clever cookie. I had to read it twice, in case you were saying Ornithologist and my brain was twisting the word. 😂😂

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Neville

You don't have to worry about your eyes .. you can obviously see write through me .. and if I made you laugh, then that's what I call a win win .. Neville x

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