Finding My SongA Poem by lightning-bornIt's been awhile.Sweet baby bird Unable to feed by itself. Have you ever heard A baby bird sing? Have you listened To the song of a mourning dove? Do you ever think That it’s mourning love? Mourning a loved one? Mourning who it once was? Do you think mourning doves Mourn at all? Sometimes it feels like I should be able to sing. Like a nightingale, While the moon shines bright. But sometimes it feels like I’m still just a baby bird, Helpless and fragile. I want to find my song; Even if it takes a while. © 2022 lightning-bornReviews
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StatsAuthorlightning-bornSan Antonio, TXAbouthi, i'm quinn. i disappeared for awhile, but i'm back to share my writing again. 28, he/they. more..Writing
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