a grey cheeked thrush comes out of hiding
from the bird cage in my hair,
weaves her wing tips through my lashes,
nods at the reflection of us …
swaying on a crepe myrtle twig
outside our window
a grey cheeked thrush comes out of hiding
from the bird cage in my hair,
weaves her wing tips through my lashes,
nods at the reflection of us …
swaying on a crepe myrtle twig
outside our window
This is beautiful. It makes me think of my sister who is fighting Lyme disease. I loved it. I really enjoyed reading this.
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Wow… good to hear… am recovering from a knee injury so been kinda bed bound… all the best wishes and prayers for ur sister!
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