Sunday, August 31, 2014

Bird Girl


Bird girl
I give freedom not to think
Dance upon the thermals

The spirit
That brought poetry
Soak the words upon thy roost

Metaphors
Be kite string and buttons in your nest
Refuge from sky

The want
Give to winds as none is mine
The faith that the spirit brought us to be
Is still flowing

Away
Convene
Into the winds

It shall rest 

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