If you agree my friend, then I could have hide my sad poem
Underneath your precious wings as I cannot fly with these iron feathers.
When you migrate to a better place perhaps someone picks it and reads aloud;
'When I was in the cradle my poor Mom asked; ' Do you want to be a man or a bird? '
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Very poignant. We are earthbound from the physical standpoint. But sometimes in the creative experience our thoughts can soar like birds. Warm regards, Sandra