You Sing Your Song
Not pained by days pastNot burdened with lessons of historyNo fear to soar the skyNo doubt in moment presentLittle bird, little birdYou sing your songAnd ALL is known.Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Boy with Bird c. 1616, Peter Paul Rubens, Staatliche Museen, Berlin, Germany
I wish to be this bird you described.
ReplyDeleteMe too! I used to wish to be a bird often when I was a child...to not be totally bound to the earth...to soar with the eagles!
ReplyDeleteYes, the words bear my wish to soar free.
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