Bird Poem by Marilena Now
Bird
A bird is sitting on my window
It speaks to me in hidden language
Of hills and mountains and a meadow
Wild flowers, cutting up a passage.
It brings me memories of places
I've seen before, but never rested
To see their beauty, they all faded
The bird is here, to reflect it.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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5/2/2024 8:58:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The bird is here. good thought. I invite you to read my poems and comment.