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Mocking Bird

by Trisha De Gracia

To fall from outstreched finger tips
that painted dove which moves the breeze
and bends it to her graceful will
falls stone-like
to the ground.

Death moves her
like a storm
without a sound.

06/10/2004

Posted on 06/11/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/11/04 at 11:35 AM

strong contrasts and observations. Yes, death can be quiet in nature.

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