Tuesday, November 15, 2011

To the earth

The days of rain
are a gift of life
as noon breathes slowly
and blue wind glides
at the top of the sky

Tired blue butterfly wings
slowly twirling at the front of light
Nobody can see under her feet
the history of being a bird



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3 comments:

zonedin said...

I like that part of "Nobody can see under her feet the history of being a bir." It's like her freedom flight was only hers to remember, because she did it alone or in secret. Or simply that nobody even noticed her.

Beyond said...

the history of being a bird, it's very thoughtful Rob

Nadya said...

<3