IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
Do regrets die away?
some may ask —
a brilliant soul
has such a thought
While some affirm
that yes they do!
I affirm it wears a mask
as regret hides in you
:: 05-22-2014 ::
Is one’s past what one was?
or does one remain as ‘is?’
All flowers bend within the wind
as all souls commit their sins
What quiet thing that hugged me
today the wind barely touched
a tender sky tear-drop eye
my pillow the lazy grasslands
a blanket tender cloud untouched
:: 05-22-2014 ::
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