The Love Bird
It’s in your hand,
touching the palm.
Joyfully chirping,
peaceful and calm.
If you try to hold on,
the bird will fly away.
Just let it be free,
and it’ll stay someday.
Copyright © Roderick Antonio Jones | Year Posted 2009
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