Saturday, March 23, 2019

blessed

I see a blue bird
on the sill.
he's beautiful
and small,
a piece of art with
wings.
he stares at me
and smiles,
no worries, he says
in a bird
like whisper,
no pain today
or tomorrow,
no tears,
all is well,
you are blessed,
then he winks
before he flies.

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