A birdy

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She was young.

And she was a beauty.

But she could not fly at all.

Helpless and lonely she was.

She got attached to me as only

a bird could be attached to its tree.

But you know, any bird needs the sky.

So I clapped my hands and made her fly.

I gave her wings - and set her free.

She was twenty. And I was forty.

Watching her fly now I clearly see:

I had fallen in love

with a birdy.

 

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Author's Note

A true love story from my life.
I used to call her 'my flamingo'...

Reviews

[symmetryAsymmetry]

This is lovely...the poem...and the story. :-)

[J. J. Nightingale]

Wow .. Sometimes we must let what we love, be free .. Birds should never be caged ..
Unless they want it that way .. .. You show your love, by wanting the best for the one you loved .. What better sacrifice could one offer ...

Lovely .. Jasmine

[Kelly Scheppers]

Extraordinary writing...free of clutter and length, concise and exquisite.

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The simple sweetness of this is beautiful. You paint a lovely image.

[Marie]

This is precious--give somethings wings and set it free--even if it is attached to its tree...recognize its needs...