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In the quiet cold wind The blue bird stirs It flutters its wings Among pines and burrs The sting of the night Is fresh on the air The absence of light The death of a prayer The blue bird flutters Its eyes the only light Silently it mutters Feathers caught in flight Its blue blur beckons Briskly bustling away Eyes set on the heavens Flying for the break of day
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
Blue Bird
In the quiet cold wind The blue bird stirs It flutters its wings Among pines and burrs The sting of the night Is fresh on the air The absence of light The death of a prayer The blue bird flutters Its eyes the only light Silently it mutters Feathers caught in flight Its blue blur beckons Briskly bustling away Eyes set on the heavens Flying for the break of day
DrakeBrayer
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
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