Little bird

sorenbarrett

Little bird, painted friend, from your throat a song that floats I know you from long ago
Coming from another life when I was the bird and you were a young wife
I loved you then and I love you now but I will never hold you somehow
Your feathers are too bright and your song too sweet we were never meant to meet
Dreams dissolve in the morning light, all that you left me is a feather from your flight

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 1st, 2025 04:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • arqios

    This poem shimmers with a quiet, aching beauty; like a memory glimpsed through morning mist. It evokes a love beyond time, tender and unreachable, wrapped in wistfulness and wonder. That final image of the single feather lingers like the echo of a dream, delicate and unforgettable. πŸͺΆπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

    • sorenbarrett

      Many thanks Cryptic for such a poetic review it leaves me humbled and very appreciative.

      • arqios

        Most welcome, SorenπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

      • Caring dove

        Lovely writing )) beautiful poem

        I liked reading this

        Seems a bit sad tho I like your way with words

        • sorenbarrett

          You are very kind thank you so much for your read and supportive words of encouragement

        • Poetic Licence

          A beautifully write written with tenderness, it gracefully dances as you read, very nice

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you Tobani for your review and kind encouragement it is deeply appreciated

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome



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