Memory Poem
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Poem by: Jasmine DreamScape
I was at Essenhaus when
I saw the little bird
Blue, with black tipped feathers,
wings of longed grace, silvery
shining is that big golden light
spread from the sky from a golden sun.
I touched the bird with shaky fingers
the feathers silky smooth
scared it shouldered, flapping wings
a sturdy buzzing hit my ears
blur of color passed my eye
far in the sky it disappeared
leaving with it a solace
drift of energy and memory
that shall forever be with me.
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thats a sweet poem sweet poem
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Thanks so much. It was truly awsome touching that bird. Everything was in slow motion.
oops sorry about not making sense XP hehe
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