The Bird
"Freedom of flight is freedom of soul."
By Christiana StraussPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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The flap of its wings
The sound of its song
The joy it brings
With the song it sings along
It lands on a limb
As light as air
The sunlight dim
Its feathers smoothing fair
It calls for its lover
She flutters through the sky
Around him she hovers
Like a graceful butterfly
She lands before him
With beauty and grace
Landing on a limb
He closes the space
The sun begins to set
The moon begins to rise
The moonlight reflects in her raven eyes
A gentle breeze goes through the trees
As they they begin
To take flight
Once more
The stars show through their feathers
And on their souls
As they soar together
Through the sky forever
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About the Creator
Christiana Strauss
I married my editor. He is the love of my life. And my inspiration everyday.
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