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Birds, Butterflies, Persevere, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Singing, Souls, Souls Singing, Survival, True Selves, Truth, Wings
Wings of butterflies,
a vague memory
of our wings.
Birdsong. We sing,
as we struggle to hear
the melody. Revive
and persevere.
Strive.
We hear it.
Some days,
it’s easy,
like today:
the journey,
the song,
the singing
I like this. Passionate yet calm. Raw and honest. Simple yet deep. Keep up the good work. It was moving 🙂 and the title is especially touching. I love writing poetry too (I have some on my blog if you want to check it out)