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The Bird of Love
The Bird of Love
It has no legs....
So delicate and tiny as
Your littlest finger....

It flies and flies 
And never lands....
On transparent wings
Unseen , unbothered
By the hawk....

It flies within the heart of man
Until that day , with 
Final flutters in the sky ,
It falls to earth
Where it must die....

Perhaps to live and fly again
Without the legs to land....


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   page 8 - Drowning
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