My bird was wounded
with half a wing she flew
and rested on feathery clouds
The Sun was her friend
He bathed her in 5 Golden Pools
breathed light into cold dark space
and made wings from stars
She alights upon my fingers now
extended like blossoming twigs
Can you hear her boundless song?
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
My bird was wounded
with half a wing she flew
and rested on feathery clouds
The Sun was her friend
He bathed her in 5 Golden Pools
breathed light into cold dark space
and made wings from stars
She alights upon my fingers now
extended like blossoming twigs
Can you hear her boundless song?
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