The poem I’m pregnant with -2
A migrating bird
Escaping a will-wilting winter,
Her song saved for better climes
And crossing an ocean of hope,
A hilly terrain anywhere across
Nor a tree to perch
And rest her tired wings.
This endless awaiting,
Wordless when a song waits,
And one that survives
To find a place in a cloud,
That, that be my poem
If stays alive awhile.
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Reflections |10.03.2026| bird, birth, poem, sea, free verse
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