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The Mask
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Mask

Free as a bird she said we'd be
kindred our spirits, happy and free.
Colourful feathers, warm blooded birds,
vapours of pride and the silence of words.

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Comments (4)

This has the subtlety and succinctness of a haiku poem. But also an enigmatic quality which is distinctive and most appealing. love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I am begging you to develop this idea further, a new poem maybe- just because this one intrigued me so much. I watch my bird friends enviously in my backyard. 'the silence of words' is something I desire very much if it is replaced by birdsong.
stunning last two lines
So nice. So to the point. And so rare coming from one who seems to have words and expressions for everyone to share. Nice, Mr. H