Sun Bird
A poem to the creatures I’ve left behind.
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
