Lone Bird
Lone Bird
Dawn
the turning time,
inky black to smoky gray,
my mood matching
the somber colors above
The song
of a lone bird
floats through the air,
sinks deep into my heart.
Swaying gently to its melody,
my arms reach
heavenward,
opening,
inviting,
receiving.
and turn,
to embrace the world.
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