Precious Moments
...That inexplicable moment, when like a weak seedling
Or like a bundle of miracles with flesh, blood, and vein
Or like a newly hatched birdling with no sign of a wing.
Wasn't I, just as a beast foet...
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Categories:
birdling, death, life,
Form: Sonnet
First Tweet
...Quote: Some of the best speakers in the world
are those who were listeners first....
The rain gently whispers to my window I am here
as the trees chuchot to each other with terms of...
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Categories:
birdling, appreciation, sound,
Form: Rhyme
My Lullaby Tale
...The air I inhale is for my lullaby tale...
for my baby birdling, can a melody I sing?
her nest I swing, but dreams, how to bring?
Wind howling gale, her frail wings and tail
to my arms cling, ...
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Categories:
birdling, baby, death, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, To Be Young
...a tadpole wiggles its tail
by the reed's faint ripple,
wanting to leap, to croak
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Categories:
birdling, animals, hope, nature,
Form: Rhyme