The heart is like
this small brown bird
who finds in the lawn
a bit of dead grass
and flies it away
to build her nest—
sometimes it takes
so little to build
something beautiful.
May 29, 2016 by Rosemerry
The heart is like
this small brown bird
who finds in the lawn
a bit of dead grass
and flies it away
to build her nest—
sometimes it takes
so little to build
something beautiful.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged home, nest, poem, poetry | 3 Comments
Nice 😇👌👌
Please review mine..
Tried to write on how incomplete i am
http://wp.me/p7nwRE-44
Funny you should mention this on the day I had to take down an empty nest from last year in the Russian Olive. I looked into it like staring at an architecture from some ancient civilization. Lovely.
Something so darn magical about nests. Ancient architecture.
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