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The Bird of Freedom


There are those who are so selfish wanting to keep me all to themselves
Forever keeping me hidden between their own unreadable bookshelves 

Never really knowing that they were destroying the very thing they love
Force me from a bird of beauty to no more than an unwanted rock dove

Come home only to open all the pages and then read of their own abuse 
To satisfy their own sadden inner insecurities until I no longer have a use

No longer able to fulfil your selfish and restrained unwanted unbridled lust Abandoned and forgotten the pages slowly crumbled, they turn into dust

Dustpan and brush in hand, you then cast me to the open carrying winds
Not really knowing it is the bird of freedom that in the very end who wins

Indiana Shaw . . .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 7/31/2019 8:41:00 AM
I love the rock dove. <3 Wonderful and wise piece Indiana. xomo
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Date: 8/1/2019 9:42:00 PM
Well, pigeons are ok as they go - but the white doves are so much better . . . ; )