If I could open my mind the way a raindrop opens itself onto ground.
There is the boundless sky that a bird finds itself in.
There is the confine of a garden when the bird is taken by the cat.
Surrounded by beautiful flowers the bird’s death is at the edge
of the boundless sky.
There are raindrops that fall on everything
that have no shelter.
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you managed to find the perfect photo for your writing. beautiful*
Posted by Pigeon Heart | January 15, 2012, 8:47 PMWonderful! I especially like “There are raindrops that fall on everything/that have no shelter.” A solemn ending, it’s great!
Posted by Eve Redwater | January 15, 2012, 8:56 PM