the white bird
The white bird flew into the setting sun, melted into the orange and the red and the purple, sunk into the sea, vanished into the blue.
And then her cry echoed from the sky.
The white bird flew into the setting sun, melted into the orange and the red and the purple, sunk into the sea, vanished into the blue.
And then her cry echoed from the sky.
Such soothing words…and so very beautiful!
Thank you Wendell. I’m glad you found the beauty in it.
Such eloquent and fine tapestry of words.