A little bird touches my cheek...
She's a descendant from the peak
Of Our Eternal Story
Born in your poetic glory.
A little bird pecks on my shoulder...
She's an immutable beholder
Of the ageless dreams of time,
Your faithful love in the sublime.
A little bird sings in my ear...
Celestial melodies she can hear
In your ethereal etudes,
Ambrosial words that you exude.
A little bird sits on my hand...
She is a messenger from the land
Of the All-Enlightening Beam
Where the spirit reigns supreme.
A little bird spreads out her wings...
In her bejeweled beak she brings
The tales of the Arcane Empire
Which like the pearly dew transpire.
Comments about this poem (Little Bird by Natalia Bakina )
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