Song

The soul was made to fly—

Watch song-birds flit

before storm-gray sky

and know we all share

this circumstance: pinned

by self-weight to earth,

this wing-beat effort

must rupture our spirit

unless we give voice

to the longing

for beauty to come

 

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37 thoughts on “Song

    1. I am glad it helped you, though sorry you are down. Some days can just be “ugh.” I wish you a sunny evening and beautiful, heart-healing music!

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      1. Thank you for you kind words! Have a nice sunday
        Ps
        I absolutely love the last three lines of your poem
        “unless we give voice
        to the longing
        for beauty to come”

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