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a lone bird

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There’s a lone bird

chirping somewhere unseen

and a cold gentle wind

scratching at my knee,

it’s the crack of dawn

sunrise

another day I’ll see,

and though my throat hurts

my ankle weak

I too sing a little tune

with that lone bird

just to let him know

I hear him.

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    • Ah! Thank you Violet. I don’t know whether that’s a compliment or something to be afraid of! But either way I will accept it, it wasn’t quite a “blue bird” but it was a bird no less. Though it wasn’t my intent, I guess a lot of his work lies in my subconscious, but it is curious that you could make that connection and well, I will accept it. Be well and Keep Up.

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