A Bird Comments

Affection, motivation, a pause. But pen knows its purpose, and works in your hands. Very lovely and beautiful poem.

blocked! but none can block the true wings of bird the bard is true in self the flute of the bard can play wherever it goes the true wise pen ink cannot sink into the ocean of oblivion, into the ocean of depression it can write either be the greeted or non-greeted! ! !

As long as I listen to her songs she's sweet and pretty, Shall remain thankful for the pink print on my pen, With sweet words it acknowledges her colors her odors. she must be young you fascinate her with you pen no not the lower one but in your mind which words of sexiness she finds CONGRATS WE both are racing time she enlightens yurs a guy derides mine You are lucky JA JI

A beautiful and honest write. Maybe someday, in God's own time, the lovely bird will visit you again. Your beautiful poems, Sir, will make the birds visit your writing table. A clever and well executed write.

A friendship gone sour. Try and reach her....10.

May the birds wear white feathers again and fly across your inked paper, wearing olive leave aa crown... Then forgiveness is the agreement between two, and wounded hearts concealed from murmuring wonder and pain.