Gift Of A Bird

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Gift Of A Bird

A lonely Dove flies the winds
Majestic.. soaring..gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me.. come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The Dove's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly

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Paradice21 commented on Gift Of A Bird

01-24-2009

Know this is what freedom truly is. My wish is that we May all have or somehow find that inner strentgh just like this to soar and fly! Short but very nicely writtened. I have one called the Beauty of The Sky will post in a couple of days!

HeavenlyAngel commented on Gift Of A Bird

01-15-2009

don't we all wish... very beautiful!

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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