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Thoughts that won’t fly

Are stuck in my head

As if bricks, not feathers, adorn them instead.

Their wings have been clipped

To prevent them from soaring

And all that i’m left with is the flat taste of boring.

“A little bird told me”, but I can’t quite recall

Its song or its message or the gist of it all.

That little bird flew off and took with it my words

Now I’m left without memory of what I just heard.

How do thoughts escape when they’ve no wings to fly

Except to be carried off by that little bird in the sky.

If’ I’m lucky, that little bird will come back again

And give back my thoughts, put them back where they’d been.

Maybe thoughts will form words that allow me to write

And join with the birds, once again taking flight.

But for now, I will wait for my words, for my thoughts

And smile at the little bird if he comes or does not….

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xo, jana

 

 

 

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