Little Bird

Little Bird short poem

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My friend I look at you
My friend I know what you do
Inviting all to come and see
Living free in simplicity
Flying through the sky unbound
Envy of those on the ground
Swiftly soaring eager wings
Enticing song you do sing
Plenty with nothing is your truth
A call to partake of this fruit
You are a little bird

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A few years back I began expressing my feelings and insights in poetic form, and found that I quite enjoyed it.
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