With their strong wings trying to find strong
branches to sit on…
Somehow they reach sorrows where the nest are built.
the day they find the weakest branch they run to another seeking
the strongest point in the tree.
Birds poetry those words flying through your soul as they reach you…..
can you be strong for them so they sit within you.
these are like butterflies which i don’t know
how they will live as they are beautiful.
Punch lines as they piss on you just to live the mark on your mind.
Metaphors as you feed them understanding which the light.