Bluebird

A bird
Such a simple concept yet, no ordinary bird
She flies with such grace and beauty
Above and beyond
Through the trees into the blazing sun
Yet unnoticed she will be

Unlike all others she flies North
Alone she travels accompanied by her fellow companions
Silently the soar along their sole path.

Wise beyond belief she is, but this she does not know

Wherever she goes she is shrouded in a veil,
A veil of her own doubt, full of suspense it hides the true identity of her soul
The pureness of her heart
She glides on motivated.

She will be one of the few who makes it,
Shooting down the tunnel
She is finally on her way to where she is going,
Where?

Who knows?...

Perhaps...

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