A Bird-As, In Thy Flute. Poem by Michael Gale
A Bird-As, In Thy Flute.
Rating: ★5.0
The bird, as in it-flute...
Free as all air-id the free reigned beaut.
Areal assault of all thy senses...
No hidden agenda, or pretenses.
It flew free and high hither thy sky...
Never to fall, not ever to die.
Free to land, artfully elegant...
Free to perch, unlike an elephant.
Both, be involved in it's tree...
Free to be, free seen, of me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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5/11/2024 7:13:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Free as a bird....nice thought10