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by RustySoul   Jan 6, 2018


It soars high up in the sky,
But not with the flock of same feather,
Flies above the seas and mountains
Braving all weathers.

It perches, in solitude, upon a tree
And tries in vain to build its nest,
What joy it is to dwell alone,
How dull and dreary the place of rest!

It matters not where it may go
For it has neither friends nor foe,
Away, the nest shall be blown
Life shall perish; unnoticed, unknown.

    report violation
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  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I liked this a lot

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What a sad piece. The imagery of a solitary bird flying with others of a different kind invisible enough nit to attract friend or foe. Who tries half heartedly to make a home but it's hollow without another to share it. No will to live he passes through the shroud of death alone and unoticed. Cleverly written this could also be a metaphor for a lonely man's life. Very enjoyable. Best wishes Milly x

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