Are you dumb?
Because the wind bird stays stop chirping beautiful sounds
Shoving and pushing among the branches
Its beautiful white eyes and future dreams of gliding the sky
Even though sleepy as if someone suffering from autism restless
Cannot go to sleep and rest tired limbs and ligaments
Beating wings in pine crown where he makes his nests
Glittering beaks tucked in white wing over cloudy veils
From the north where he's schooled of sedate plumes
Beat it down again to make beautiful songs
But the songs open mystery into the city of gold in the palmistry of optimism
Do we make a fist into the unknown road that we barely know?
Even when it's known with certainty the vicissitudes in the road journey not ascertainable too quickly
Across the timeless mists life and tide could snap out of reach and control too quickly.
Swirling palm trees across the sickening waves
Not my melon split wide stomach grimacing beneath my robe
To bicker with hard beating desert drums
And avail distress to slide out comfort beneath my skin
But taking the saddle clenching and opening my battling hands and defiant hearts
See how my poetry reflection withdraw into the woods
To gaze at the moon in the pines and sat against the pine in the moon porches
A new born sparrows sat on the grass
An intruder had set the right but the wild birds had fled
Where cats circled the squirrels as he opened its beak
Though the faceless bird refused to fly though had set its back in nature
Time held the scythe for the maturity
Once the famished sparrow had recuperated from the intruder's prying eyes
The famished sparrow began to sing.
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