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Big Black Birds
The raven caw loudly from tree branches,
as 2 of them argue or emphasize a point
These large birds seem to arrive at times of death
I saw them at a graveyard on a cold winter day
I see them lately swirling above in Spring
Something about their voice carries far
As if it is full of unwanted messages repeating...
The silence may be better, but too empty at times
Moments fill with thoughts of then, now, later
Instead, I choose to fly myself , with new thoughts
Above and beyond all this, with imagination
Knowing later, my voice will carry just as far
and break any lurking silence that breaks my heart
New things will be found, created and experienced
Just as the Cherry blossoms bloom above dead crocus
There will always be the inevitable circumstances
There is no way to dodge such hurdles in life
But, with my mind, heart and soul anything is possible
With my being, I will overcome, death and destruction
I know my journey and every step that I have taken
It is a long, weaving road that leads to peace... as it whispers
Heidi Sands
5/14/24
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