Cold air
soft wind
whispering to
an innocent yet
oblivious, feathered
animal.
Is there a point
of his existence?
Will the breeze
cushion his fall?
Closer to the
end of the lifeline
Talons on the edge.
Grasping between
the physical dimension;
the spiritual stands
suspended in air.
The deepest breath
Taken
as a creature’s
Life ends too early
Sincerely, a heartbroken bird
Chelsea and Jamie DeVries
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem