Sun Bird

A poem to the creatures I’ve left behind.

Josh Cummings
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

sun-bird

I miss your golden glow

in the wet shadows

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like the first rays of dawn

your color hangs in the air

after you’ve gone

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the forest echoes

with your song

after you’ve gone

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and your light

hangs in my head

after I’ve gone

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