Free as a bird she said we'd be
kindred our spirits, happy and free.
Colourful feathers, warm blooded birds,
vapours of pride and the silence of words.
I am begging you to develop this idea further, a new poem maybe- just because this one intrigued me so much. I watch my bird friends enviously in my backyard. 'the silence of words' is something I desire very much if it is replaced by birdsong.
So nice. So to the point. And so rare coming from one who seems to have words and expressions for everyone to share. Nice, Mr. H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has the subtlety and succinctness of a haiku poem. But also an enigmatic quality which is distinctive and most appealing. love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥