Losing The Little Bird Poem by RIC BASTASA
Losing The Little Bird
a reason is a little bird
resting upon a bough
i see it unable to spread
its wing and so i take it
inside my palm and give
it warmth. It sleeps inside
the darkness of my hands
but i cannot hold it for
long as it is night time and
it has by itself take time to fly.
i lost grip of that little bird
and now i must keep this
little warmth left inside my
hands. So i may also live.
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4/25/2024 3:42:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
darkness of my hands, good one, thanks. Please read my new poems and say something.