Bird

Posted on April 20, 2015 | 8 Comments

Soft and plush

Skin so lush

Never a wrinkle

Only a blush

Snuggled and dear

Face not clear

Hidden with twinkling eyes

So clear

Feisty to all

Having a ball

Shirking death

With every breath

Counting the days

Seeing she’s okay

Not long to go

Pain will show

Until the last

Breath has passed

My bird will stay

Hidden away

Under the covers

Everyday.

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mihrank | April 20, 2015 at 10:05 pm | Reply

This was just beautiful words – I share with you this bird music…

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- eloisedesousa | April 21, 2015 at 5:49 am | Reply
  
  Thank you Mihran. 😊
  
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- eloisedesousa | April 21, 2015 at 5:55 am | Reply
  
  Wow I just checked it out and it is beautiful! I shall try to write lyrics to that piece too, though I doubt I will do it justice. Thanks again.
  
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Lance Greenfield | April 20, 2015 at 10:51 pm | Reply

How lovely!

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- eloisedesousa | April 21, 2015 at 8:24 am | Reply
  
  Thank you.
  
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ashamelesskid | April 21, 2015 at 9:45 am | Reply

hi im new to blogging and would appreciate your follow .. im blogging my poetry that i use as a way to deal with life and love to share my random crazy weird mind process haha

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janeybgood | April 21, 2015 at 6:36 pm | Reply

This is beautiful!

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- eloisedesousa | April 21, 2015 at 6:54 pm | Reply
  
  Thank you. 😊
  
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