a small silver
bird
appears in a dream.
she's lovely
on wing
the low winter sun
holds her
bright
in my eyes.
she's hope, I say
to myself.
she's what tomorrow
will bring.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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