Blue Bird

The wind whistles and the air simmers down
and I catch my breath,
As I inhale ,
And exhale I dream upon leaving

This empty nest.
To confess my truest

They paint me gold,
I paint me blue.

They listen to what they are told,
I speak my truth.

This bird is resilient
Renewed .

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