from one bird to another...

it was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
the day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
pablo neruda, bird
source: maryam kordbacheh, via filep motwary, via +


Rick Forrestal said...

I love it.

Anya adores said...

The poem is amazing - so is the picture. Love it as always sweetie :)
A xox

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