Apr 2022
A painter's dream,
Feathers of such color,
This bird was like no other.
Seldom a company shared
Her song sung tweet,
delivering grace to the ears so sweet.
From love to Quill.
With every color shed,
these feathers are the chapter's tread
Little Birdie fly.
Staring up at the sky,
only makes me cry.
Feathers of such color,
This bird was like no other.
Seldom a company shared
Her song sung tweet,
delivering grace to the ears so sweet.
From love to Quill.
With every color shed,
these feathers are the chapter's tread
Little Birdie fly.
Staring up at the sky,
only makes me cry.
Your time with some living beings may be short, Like the sighting of a rare bird, So always remember the awe and love more than the departure. I'll never let go of the feathers the bird dropped.
(30/M/Small Village on Earth)
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