finding my song
when I tell them I want
to be a bird when I grow up
all I hear is laughter
not just any bird
I go on to say
but one in which I can paint
my own feathers
a different color every day
one in which I can sing
a new song until I find the one
sung directly from my heart
and when I die
my brightest of feathers
will surely fade away
but my song
oh my song
it will live forever
september two thousand twenty
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Such a beautiful moving poem. Loved it Your song shall forever live on in this poem.š
Thank you for visiting on commenting on this piece, Raghavasree.
The pleasure is all mine š. Good to see you are observant as you know my name
This is really beautiful, John. I think we all hope that our song will live on forever. Take care, my friend…
Thanks so much, Lauren. Take good care as well.
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This was beautiful
Thank you, Padmini. Hope you and yours are safe and sound.
Yes. Thank you so much. Hope you are doing good too