Comments about M.J. Dura
My Dream Of Birds
Bird of prey, where are you going?
To the other side of the day are you soaring?
Bring me back a piece of life.
A cup of gold of which I may peer at
And see oneself.
Can I crawl upon your unbroken wing?
Fly away never to be seen?
Crawl into the cracks of the unscathed air
And sing to you like you cared?