She
rises and
soars free
floating
on the
wind
caressing the breeze she flies high and high
The winds try to weigh her down always
but can't overcome her determination
to search for morsels however little
she can find in
leftovers
E V E R Y D A Y
Her colours
are dull
against
the sky
BUT
she shines
against the
rising sun as
she goes up and up
UP... UP... UP... UP... UP
.
.
.
.
.
where not even the planes dared to go
just so at the end of a long day of foraging
she can come back to her nest to feed
her chicks with love and care
A mother's power...
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Ceaseless
PoetryA Collection Of Concrete Poetry ¦ Find the art in the lines because each poem 'paints' a picture... Literally 🖋
