The Cardinal

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    The Cardinal

    In the midst of flight
    on wishful wings,
    a cardinal sits and sings.
    As the view from my window,
    opens a mind full of wishes,
    I dare not think about doing the dishes.
    Nature, so peaceful, yet fiercely portrayed,
    the beauty of a cardinal, never being jaded.
    As I make my wish,
    and watch as he sits on a fragile limb,
    the dreams of my future, never dims.
    With my eyesight so blurry, yet so clear,
    I cannot help but wonder,
    what the cardinal holds so dear.
    He hasn't a care in the world,
    life appears so vain.
    I can only pray that I see the cardinal again.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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