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Saturday, December 28, 2013

What it is

My love is a bird.
Don’t pin it down
            with arrow words,
Don’t pierce its breast
            with razor words
            with true words
            so you can
            know
            how its heart beats
            with cruel words
            how it sings
            and where it goes.
Let it fly
            feel its warmth
            hear its song
            watch it soar.