Birds Of The Wind

Birds Of The Wind short poem

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The dreams I’ve failed to find
Have left holes in my mind
And I’m tired of waiting for things
to get better

As I peer through the glass
Those dreams come to pass
Like a long forgotten letter

The wind chimes play a tune
As I hear the rising moon
begging me to forget her

And in the moon above
I see the shadow of a dove
But my eyes have become much older

Tell me crystal moon
Am I giving up too soon
Or am I supposed to be much bolder

I think of her sometimes
Every now and then
If I could only leave my troubles
With the birds of the wind

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Rich is a writer, poet, photographer, creative, wilderness instructor, Eco therapist, explorer and lover of nature and life. He has been to the darkest of places and somehow made it out. He has always been guided by a force that knows what he needs to learn. He has humbled himself before this power many times and continues to move forward, sometimes backwards first, but still forward. Rich knows that his highest purpose is to support others with love and compassion. He is not sure where he is going but he remains awake and fearless on his journey.
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Aloke
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It is half- forgotten love returns to our life again and again. Beautiful imagery and
soft and wonderful manipulation of words.

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