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god + a robin

tis only tiny god, i said
my thumb is larger than its head
how come you made it
helpless so, to navigateΒ 
this ice and snow

and i, i love this reddened breast
who hops about my mortal nest
it pretty's up this cold stark land
but is that beauty all its worth?

it struggles god for worms on
earth
it's coldness haunts the bones
of me
come look here god, come...
look here....see...
it suffers just to live... to be....

M ~

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Haylee Curry

Wonderful pace, rhythm, and representation of life. Thank you for sharing ❀️

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Marion

Thanks so much Hayley x

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Neville

You are a natural Marion just as this is super natural .. loved it from each of a personal, poetic and interpersonal perspectives and no messin x

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Marion

Sorry to flood you but I get behind on replies then find myself doing them all at once. That is a beautiful comment Nev and I am actually very touched...thankyou X

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Neville

No worries chuck I quite like feeling like Noah x

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Marion

Took me a while but ...πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜

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Being Me

Absolutely, bloody brilliant. I want to award it a skyfull of stars x

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Marion

You are really kind fir raking the time Tina...appreciate it my friend πŸ’•

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Being Me

You are so very welcome, Marion, I always love reading your words And this one is absolutely brilliant x

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