New Poem
the fledgling bird
flies from its nest--
mettlesome, not pigeon-livered,
home-leavers, professed
but birds are of feather
and humans, of skin
we shan't keep on flying
away from our kin
the fledgling bird
flies from its nest--
mettlesome, not pigeon-livered,
home-leavers, professed
but birds are of feather
and humans, of skin
we shan't keep on flying
away from our kin
Posted by [Contemplative?] Angela at 10/08/2012 01:21:00 AM
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