a wakeful night

day lost to dreaming; the evening breezes whisper – now a wakeful night

January 17, 2009 by Mary

cockatiel

tiny bird

its presence

fills the room

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calista says:

February 27, 2009 at 5:53 pm

Yes, its presence fills the room and one’s heart.

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