Friday, February 8, 2013

Bird

Bird
 
I dreamed of a Bird
That flew to me.
I did not know
What it could mean?
 
My days were a mess
It was a world without
Things that made sense.
But there was the quiet Bird.
 
I dreamed again of the Bird
That flew to me.
And learned it was enough just to be.
                   
                          young '13
 

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