Automatic to me the greeting would be
But I am not as thou would see
Another bird singing to the wind
Wishing upon a return
That be not I that can see
And awkward being still be stood
A bird of habit a bird of choice
That the wind carries more the sent
An essence of being and life
Rather than that of calling
Notation of being forth brought
Not the liking as knowledge about
And be sitting upon the branch of life
Nodding to the passers through the air
Never to call forth the unwanted glare
For head will search where wishes be
And then will see
Only the branch
And only me
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Short Story / Religion and Spirituality
Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Poetry
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