Poem. Invisible Bird.
Invisible Bird
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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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