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....
page 1 - Aquarius page 2 - Bleeding Hearts page 3 - This Day page 4 - Winds Of Joys page 5 - My Son...The Dead One page 6 - Better Each Day page 7 - On a nearby Hill page 8 - Drowning page 9 - Love's First Branches
page 11 - Barron Flowers page 12 - The Purest Heart page 13 - I Asked Too Much page 14 - When I'm Home