Bird spirit
As my spirit bird enters in
your valleys of butterflies, and
wheat grasses of trees,
you wash away my pain,
my love, my hurt,
my sicknesses of stains,
I know you so well,
so hidden within my soul,
so emptied in, and
emptied out,
to fly again in eyes of alleyways,
to melt away within you,
my love whisperer,
my God of love.
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