A Little Bird; What Better Ways to Love

A little bird, innocent and pure,

Signifying her in every ways possible.

Chirp of an angel, wings of the similar.

Beauty certainly matches those of Heaven’s

What better ways to love, then to see it fly?

Knowing its flight and chirps, will not be of return.

The care, love, and passion given flew as well.

Weight of bond and fond only to lye on both shoulders.

Will she return? A question unknown.

But she flew, flew indeed, so beautifully.

Nothing more could be done,

But to see such a beauty flew with freedom and happiness.

Sad, sad indeed, not for tragedy,

But for letting love leave, such a beauty though,

Then came cold, storm and hardiness.

Yet, in the end, cured by an angelic smile as she left.

What better love could there be?

For loving a bird, and to give her freedom.

Letting go was storm, accepting was warm grace.

She flew, flew so beautifully indeed.

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About D.C. Fischer

Dwayne C. Fischer is my pseudonym. I am a writer who writes to share and to deliver my words to the public. I believe that through words, it is more efficient to deliver messages because words are shields from discrimination and prejudice. Words are also the one and only weapon that can penetrate the thick scull of ignorance.

2 responses to “A Little Bird; What Better Ways to Love”

  1. smilecalm says :

    Nice, love certainly can be open, spacious and free to fly.

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