My nest is The World
And I am a beautiful bird.
I’ve been through a lot
To burn out and die in the hurt.
I’ve murdered myself,
Now my house is covered with dust.
I’m cleaning the shelves
From the nightmares that lay in my past.
I’m now evergreen;
I was born in the Orchard, to live
And fly through the walls,
Seeing happiness mixed up with grief.
I rose from the ash to become warm and light,
Like The Sun:
You see the green flash?
That’s my wing in the fog, having fun.
Transparent as glass, yet unbeatable like the moonstone:
I’m guided by stars and I’m rooted within Mother’s bones.
My compass is faith —
And it’s turning the truth into sand.
I soar through the gates
And surrender to what’s in the end.
Beautiful Bird
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2022
Свидетельство о публикации №122010608994
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