A wounded song sparrow taking flight,
lifting from an early morning breeze
A butterfly but unable to fly,
struggling to float free
I lift myself and flutter through,
the forest and all the trees
Yearning for something meaningful,
in the skies beyond the sea
Touched by an angel now and then,
his kiss mending my wings
Only to fade away like a breath,
in a sub zero winter freeze
A spirit
a silhouette
my soul longs for a true friend
The clouds protecting my solitude,
I can't be hurt again
A hollow call inside I sing,
my whisper carries the morning air
The rain washing my feathers,
my heart in fates hands
Healing in the warmth of the sun,
searching a safe place to land
Alone and afraid I drift on,
my wings caressing the wind
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Amor
Edwin
Regis
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A hollow call inside I sing............
and in its depths I see myself.
You have the heart of the angel and his kiss of life.
J. Earl Evans
nice work...
Art Sun...
Hello welcome to the den hope you enjoy your stay.
I enjoyed the reading of "Caressing The Wind"
for me the reading was breezy as if that of a butterfly. Heartfelt and beautiful thank you for sharing.
Continued blessings and have fun,
~Gwendolyn
Be always safe,
Karen