why baby birds never die (poem)

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what the shaman knows
nights his face shines
blueberry smears
like a pluto gray lover
crinkling upon the moon
while darkest little purple stems
innocent and mysterious
their purest of white fluffs
lean to the stars
where memories
like little dead birds
who in the air lofted
now bob like whispers
in winds, is3

that the sun’s only true love is birth
for the ground’s only true life
is death sprung4

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  • V l
    August 21
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    I agree you truly has talent and this is more then good work it's amazing work.

  • trekkergirl silver member
    August 6

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    love that last stanza. Girl you definitely have a lot of talent to write as well as you do. Good job and thanks for sharing