Sandpiper


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

House of Heart

There is a bird whose wings are the color of rainbows.

When he grieves his song is the is the sigh of a summer storm.

His laughter is the aurora and his tongue  drizzles honey of

opulent verses that penetrate my veins.

Sandpipers, we wade wide shores of light

and when he is thirsty he sips dew from my feathers

that are dripping with his colors.

When adventure calls to  us,

we lift our wings and fly away.

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