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Poetry and Photography III: Waved Wings
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What says you, Freebird?

Does the world become unencumbered as you shed away the past and look to the future?

What sings you, Songbird?

Do you sing only about regrets or just the moments that make you fly?

How do you know it’s true, LoveBird?

Taking many into your heart you soar into love quickly, and do you  force true love in return?

When are you, EarlyBird?

Time places too much emphasis on your day and are you too busy to be spontaneous?

Where are you going, LittleBird?

Once you leave here, will you leave a trail for us to remember you by?

 

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An elongated, conscientious sound of fury

It was sensible to talk, she thought but it wouldn't stop

"Can't you stop that? Do you have to do that everytime we speak?"

Guaranteed silence

A bluebird cracked a nut on the ground dismissing the argument before her.

It was clear the yard hadn't been cleared since the fall before.

They continued to be apart by hundreds of miles and the distance was growing.

"I have to go" she muttered

and she waited for a response…

 

 
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