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"the bluebird's call"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jul 24, 2021
  • 1 min read

It took me a decade and six years

to finally figure out the way

the bluebird’s call connects to the way

I smile in the dark;


one year later

and I’m on my way-


they do not believe that I can do it,

but they never speak of the reason why;


it is an expectation,

not a reality,


never defined,

always ambiguous,


but the hindrances are real, objective, tangible

and that scares me.


 
 
 

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