Bird

by John Forrester - Pisces - Not entered

It's nearing midnight as I fly
thrust into a blood-red sun
harsh reality splintering the glass
and my dream of the breeze
on a dark Dunkerque beach...

Soaring high in the timeless mists
clouded emotions rise once more
those words by the river touch my soul
bringing my body back to you once again
as the clouds envelope my senses
I see only you - fading sunflower's tears
Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-08-12 10:47:52
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:41
Poem ID: 47773

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