there was a weaver bird that took residence on the tree just overlooking my room. I watched it patiently build a nest … and then the heavens opened up and the rains came and in the deluge something happened. I don’t see the weaver bird, flitting around anymore. Perhaps the oblivious random machinations of nature wreaked havoc on my friends little nest.
needless to say I miss my friend and can only hope it it soaring the skies, whilst building a new home.
soar ever higher and near always free, my friend …
This was quite touching.
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thanks brother
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Don’t mention it man.
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✌👍
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A touching ode
About care
And the wings of freedom 🙂
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Thank you. ✌👍😊
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I read your poems and thought about posting blog poetry myself.
https://onstageformyselfnow.wordpress.com/2016/11/21/natures-silence-improves-my-mind/
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That’s wonderful…thanks for sharing, friend
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lovely poetic deeply sensitive and feeling.. beautiful soul you have!
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how kind of you, friend. thank you so very much for your very warm sentiments. Hugs
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I feel both regret and hopefulness in this lovely little story.
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Same feelings here, my friend … the randomness of life
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…and yet, i believe his eye is on the sparrow 🙂
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😊😼
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Aw how sweet, I am sure your liddle friend is building anew this very minute! 🙂
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that little fella must be doing just that – hugs my friend from the southern tip of the African continent
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hugs right back to you friend from the chilly but beautiful East Coast in the U.S. 🙂
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😼✌👍
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