Love, fierce,
digs its talons into bedrock
and begins to ascend.
Barely bearing up under
its own weight, bruised
and beaten
and burnt,
it claws to a break in the cliff face.
A moment to rest--
to let its wings dry in the sun.
A Promise Kept
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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