Open and soft like the spring.
Like baby birds asleep in a nest.
Innocent, not thinking they are the best nor smartest.
Not attacking anything.
Eyes full of wonder at the night sky.
Huddling in a a serene nest.
Next to mother bird's breast.
Dreams of the day they can fly.
No jealousy or rancor in their hearts.
No false chirps leave their mouths.
No arrogant bird shouts.
Only simple murmurs of kindness you can hear.
*Such divine humility, my oh my*
12/18/2020
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A well crafted opus.... Truly heartwarming......5 stars*****...Bernard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautigul poem Panagiota! Thanks for posting. Kostas