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White-Eyes

White-Eyes

By Sabiha UHPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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White-Eyes
Photo by LOGAN WEAVER | @LGNWVR on Unsplash

In winter

all the singing is in

the tops of the trees

where the wind-bird

with its white eyes

shoves and pushes

among the branches.

Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,

but he's restless—

he has an idea,

and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings

as long as he stays awake

But his big, round music, after all,

is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.

In the pine-crown

he makes his nest,

he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,

I only imagine his glittering beak

tucked in a white wing

while the clouds—

which he has summoned

from the north—

which he has taught

to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall

into the world below

like stars, or the feathers

of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,

that is asleep now, and silent—

that has turned itself

into snow.

love poems
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Sabiha UH

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Nice work

Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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    The story invoked strong personal emotions

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  • Jayarahulabout a year ago

    Wow it's nice 👍🏻

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