Poem. Invisible Bird.

Invisible Bird



I know that it is with me,

All my life I have felt the air

That flows beneath it’s wing.

Deep within my dreams

The subtle susurration of the moves

It’s feathers make still calls.

This invisible bird

That moves before my eye

Can catch it’s lines,

But I have seen it’s shadow

Flit across a wall

Before I think to turn.



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