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Little Hurt Bird |
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sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
LITTLE HURT BIRD: Treated with a living shoulder Found my place but not in choice Is it right to keep my place Whilst within me the rage of noise I am not a child of joy But still my heart a factory line Producing from within a crop The life and steps, tendered, mine Given, prescribed, I wonder how People find their way alone Teach me, lead me on my way My path, my job, but not my own Growing pains, temporally bound How can it be this way but not A rollercoaster prison ride Mistakes and hurts no-one forgot I am but a grounded bird Wounded, failed, alive When I feel winds try to lift My spirits, me, revive * I fly, fall, cry. Sylvia. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
We only fail if we give up, so little bird try again to fly, I'll run along beside to give chase, and make it fun, Flap your tiny wings and beat the oppression of life down, far below your wind. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Aaawww Sylvia,...take flight my friend. Hang in there,...such a touching post here. *Peace. |
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