Thursday, March 3, 2011

for francis...

by nooshin azadi

picture by rhoda penmarq





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the bird was severely wounded
it needed no food
and no water
no medicine
and no shelter
all those who watched its flights
or listened to its songs
left
except an artist
who painted it
with its wings wide open
soaring in the blue sky
he knew a dying bird
only wanted to be remembered
in its flight


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5 comments:

Old 333 said...

Thanks as always, human being - another wonderful poem. You say a lot in a few words.

Dan Leo said...

Word.

human being said...

thanks dear Old Peter and dear Dan Leo for reading my words...

Old 333 said...

And thanks for writing them, human.

human being said...

:)
what else can i do if i don't?
;)