Never Letting Go
By birksy
The bird caught the tree, it’s little feet splayed out, it landed on the branch, pinpoint accuracy, never letting go. And while the rest of us spin, on worlds both inside and out, the little bird clings on the that branch, never letting go. I’d like to be like that bird, yet I know it’ll be some time before I can perch again, when assuredly, I know I’ll be, never letting go. Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 12 2002 12:20 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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