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Fragile
she built her nest for three eggs
I watched and listened
as they matured
took their first flights
the joy of new life
one fell out of the sky
and I held it in my palm
so light and fragile
still warm, in my hand
it died
and I cried
many things in life
just as light and fragile
with spider thin threads that bind
and break at the slightest tug
a dream, a thought, a word said
misunderstood
though gently held in one's hand
slip away, and lie
dead, like the baby bird
and I cry
feedback van andere lezers- Magdalena
het vogeltje is liefdevol omringd gestorven in jouw handen en werd gezegend door jouw tranen om de pijn van een stukje stervende schoonheid
wie weet wordt het beestje herboren als een kleine kattin in wiens ogen jij je eigen schoonheid weerspiegeld ziet?
XXXX killea: Yes, who knows.
xx
j - matahari
Heeeeel mooi Killea
liefs matahari killea: thank you, sweetheart
xx
j - jan
Keith Richards also fell from a three, lucky that June was there at the very moment, you are a true hero!
grtsxx killea: Keith Richards, should not have been up a tree - probably thought he could fly! thanks for great FB
xx
j - miepe
héél frèle killea: Thank you miepe
xx
j - marrik
I cry
for not knowing
who's holding my thread
I cry
for not knowing
who decides over life and dead
I cry
XX
M
killea: Didn't you know, you are the wind beneath my wings?
xx
j - DeKoeneRidder
It hits me!!!
XXX J killea: Indeed it should!
xx
j - lief
take good care of that little birdie...
liefs killea: I buried him with honour for his short little life. His neck was broken and he was so warm and weighed nothing, still makes me
sad.
xx
j - jamal
listen to the song of Sting (Fragile) ...
thisone goes deep June!
xx killea: Many thanks, Jamal. The feeling is very deep - will listen to the song right now.
xxx
j - otiske
Great. Goed gedaan.
Graag gelezen, groetjes. killea: thank you Otiske
xx
j - Vanes
life is so vulnerable killea: Indeed it is,Vanes
thnk you
xx - alie_jankind
dat eerste stuk is al een gedicht op zichzelf
(en zou ik zo laten, de rest kan een mooi nieuw gedicht gesponnen worden)
she built her nest for three eggs
I watched and listened
as they matured
took their first flights
the joy of new life
one fell out of the sky
and I held it in my palm
so light and fragile
still warm, in my hand
it died
and I cried
groeten
killea: thank you Alie, perhaps you are right.
]
xx
j - bragt
zeer fragiel en toch sterk zoals een spinrag ook kan zijn killea: Merci, darling
xx
j - Francis
be carefull
not everybody comes out of a chickenegg..
xx FB killea: thanks
xx
j - dichtduvel
Fragile it is, grtz, j killea: thank you so much,
xx
j - lucky
idd fragiel killea: thks
xx - yellow
I promise to look at your stories when I have time,
we talk soon June,
Now i'm gonna do some work first,
with love,
Marc killea: Thank you Marc
xxx
j
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