A Place of Bird: Where you can live in a nest and see too many trees. When you hear whispers Hovering around the cry and bird as whistles. The beak is a dream Said words that come in the day and it sounds everywhere. A bird of passage Is life that passes each day refusing to die. And a bird is here Wandering around there Saying, nothing and learning men A BOTTLED BIRD are pictures of heart on the book Telling life story. They are pictured mind Of birds on…
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