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Little Bird

Sitting on my finger,
was a beautiful bird.
She lingers,
Her sweet voice is heard.

Those few notes,
carry in the air,
draining all the motes,
the bridges repair.
Like a chorus from a thousand throats,
lifting me from my chair.

I now hold the key.
The shackles fall,
releasing me,
from this cold wall.

Talking to a bird is crazy,
But she showed me this,
Not to be lazy,
and live life in bliss.
Do not let you vision get hazy.
Do not just exist.

With her sweet voice,
She set me free,
and how to make a choice.
That helped me find the sea.

by myalterego
posted on 04/12/2007

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Comments: 3

Comment by soullesskiss: Aug 6, 2007 8:22 am
omfg. Thats Awsome.! wow. The peom flowed, and had imagination. It was really really good.
Comment by belleamour: Apr 18, 2007 11:10 pm
Awesome poem xx
Comment by tearsofrain: Apr 12, 2007 3:41 pm
see now im pissed off. because it pissed me off when people say that their poems suck. and now i'm too destracted to talk about the poem. and if people are gonna start alteregos, they could at least alter their personality. a little. and realize their poetry doesn't suck. because. IT BUGS ME.
so. grr. and YOUR POEM IS GOOD
but i sense. wicked.

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