Drifting along
I’ve lost my song
I fell from a bird
Now I’ll never be heard
Where are I going?
Where does the stream take me?
To new life, to death?
To a reconnection?
No, my bird is gone
Now never no song
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Ah, sadness
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Yes. To be so parted…
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Yes
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This is so deep, I enjoyed reading it. 🙂
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Thank you. And thank you too for not mentioning the grammatical error. I’ve only just noticed it!
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You are welcome. 🙂 I didn’t notice the error, was mesmerised with the writing.
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Thank you. The muse was at it again! 🙂
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We seem to have been thinking along similar lines.
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🙂 Great minds… but then fools seldom differ
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So . . . great foolish minds?
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Oh indeed, VERY great foolish minds 🙂
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Poor little feather… interesting poem.
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I selected the photo and then… oh, what can I write. And this came to mind.
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Ode to a feather…
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Drat! Why didn’t I think to call it that
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It is a sad poem, but sort of silly, too. I like the rhythm.
Nan
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I do silly… a lot!
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