An Existential Fantasia
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
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Sparrow
A gentle hand stoops, Gathers the ruffled sparrow, Pulls her from the narrow Crevice. Her panicked heart Beating. The rough, scratched hand Holds her, the royal-ringed Finger caresses the frail-winged […]
Rhyme Written In Red 