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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
two geese fly north, away
as birth offers up its gift
distance crushes feathers
hearts
to offer feet places
of rest
just of rest
before tired tears fall again
hearing love collapse,
all winds scream
come to our home
as birth offers up its gift
distance crushes feathers
hearts
to offer feet places
of rest
just of rest
before tired tears fall again
hearing love collapse,
all winds scream
come to our home
Published 2nd Nov 2011
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2nd Nov 2011 9:00am
If this was going to be a funny poem, it would end with birds pooping on someone's head.
But, for me, that's not exactly funny. My beloved sister who committed suicide in April 2001 had a bird poop on her head once. Now it isn't a funny memory. It is just sad because her life ended so tragically.
But, for me, that's not exactly funny. My beloved sister who committed suicide in April 2001 had a bird poop on her head once. Now it isn't a funny memory. It is just sad because her life ended so tragically.
11th Sep 2013 1:01am
