A spirited wing can shelter a wounded soul
mending a broken ballad of yesterday.

This killed me.....I'm done, finished, this poem took me out. So in love with the beauty here ....ugh

What a beautiful piece. Hauntingly sad. You have painted a wonderful picture for the minds eye.

She composed a cloudy sonnet
murmuring lyrics of a song
only played when sorrow came to call.

^^^
This stanza really moved me. Sent an ache to my heart.

Excellent
Take care Cindy

She composed a cloudy sonnet
murmuring lyrics of a song
only played when sorrow came to call.

I have never known a tainted feather
only a bird who echos to me in a dream.

^absolutely gorgeous, I'm wondering if this line "only played when sorrow came to call" could somehow be reconstructed, it seemed to throw off the flow a tad.....much enjoyed