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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
I am a little bird with no fine feather. But I am joyful in all kind of weather. I am plain and sing out of tune. I often croon out of swoon Fancy cage detested my coo And I am not qualified for the zoo I have freedom. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. It was as if he didn't exist wholly without color or shape. Present and Past lost along the way as he watched in a distant window the canary in a cage. He felt himself leap from side to side. He became the bird, and more than the bird. He became more than the bird because he understood. Understood, without word, more than the bird itself, what it wanted more than food, than water, more than sun warm on the yellow feathers of its wing. . John |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
Thank you very much John. I felt honored that you responded with such a beautiful piece. I shall delete mine. The poem is not a writing. It is truly the breathing of your soul. I see it, I read it and I read it out. But only the sixth sense feels. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Delete nothing John |
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