I am gone
30 March 2020
Did you see ?
The ripple-clad lake
In shining
Replicates
The wonders that we can be
When we’re pacified
Speak to me
The birds have lost songs
Their beaks blue
Like my soul
My mind relinquished control
The lack in your words
Hone me slow
Caress my feathers
I am gone
In song shrill
Birds calling on window sill
They follow shadows
Reading of the poem:
Within – Winter Aid
Speak to me, the birds have lost songs.
That was very beautiful, as was the whole piece.
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Thank you Drew. I am glad you liked it
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