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a bird {redux}
never needs a map
always knows
how to get there from here
in straight lines
on soft breezes
through storms
and
endless days
filled
with sunshine.
::
my map
draws itself
with a pencil
of hope
blunt tipped
but
somehow still
legible.
::
another poem from another april
wishing you a week filled with hope
::
Comments
always legible.
Posted by: Kathryn Dyche Dechairo | April 9th, 2014 20:45
i love this so much.
Posted by: d smith kaich jones | April 10th, 2014 10:25