Muse, a Sweet Bird Flown
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Dearest sister, if you are reading this- I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
the stone that marks my decaying bones,
where my writing ever moans . . .
though muse is now a sweet bird flown . . .
Plant me flowers and come often to see how they have grown,
a mortal, bird now sings in all seasons from the trees up above.
Sister, could you set my words free?
Take them to a mountain top and let my them soar and drift.
My last words- "Time on earth was so beautiful but too swift."
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June 30, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Muse, A Sweet Bird Flown
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1035-989-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, My Muse, Mortal
sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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