Susan Deaton Studio
Monday, July 16, 2012
Morning Bird
When I hear their song
as morning rises,
I am ignorant of their name.
What is a word
when the self surrenders
to the sound
and finds the humanity
that dances
to the delight of living.
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Eshana
August 14, 2012 at 7:59 AM
That is simply beautiful!
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susan
August 20, 2012 at 8:15 AM
Thank you! I hope to post a few more poems soon.
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That is simply beautiful!
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