Soaring like the Birds

The nimble little blue bird is telling me
to forgive and forget my worries.

To be agile, and ascend into the aura
of the baby blue.

I listen to his advice and take a leap of faith
over the entire world.

My bereaved eyes can see the clouds resembling a heaven
as I careen in the midst of the airy sky.

The bird has summoned me to see a new place,
to be aloft, while reconciling my complaints and troubles.





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