Words dark as a blackbird's wings fall like a stone and are gone
All their meaning lost in an instant
Vanished as if never spoken
Never to be spoken again
And all the feelings contained in the words
Lost forever, not even a feather remains
Only the black stone where once beat
Blood red and full of passion
Something resembling
A heart
Thank you anita, it's such a comfort to see you there. I've been so sick and sad and it feels so good that when I need you, there you are. Wish I could do that for you.
I am a self-published writer of short stories, poetry, and politics. I'm a rescuer of dogs and stray cats. I believe everything is political—especially sex and religion.
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Thank you anita, it's such a comfort to see you there. I've been so sick and sad and it feels so good that when I need you, there you are. Wish I could do that for you.
This post isn't about the SR-71?
Hippie.
Oh Randal, can't you see the pro-sex agenda hidden in the heart?
Hi Utah,
I've always loved this song. Here's a link to a cover ot Blackbird by Sarah McLachlan from the I Am Sam soundtrack.
Hope you are well...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3VrggQW7tk
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