Little lonely bird
Keeps searching through the fog
Wings tired
Little heart weary
She looks for home
Wanting to know what it feels like
Hoping against hope
For guidance
But all she finds is an empty nest
So she looks to the sky
For answers
Takes another deep breath
In readiness
To search some more
Because she is not ready
To surrender to the coldness embracing her
Little lonely bird
Simply won't stop believing
Home is out there
Waiting
Somewhere
(c) Dianne Traynor 10
July 2013
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