| Spiritual Fiction posted March 26, 2021 |
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A great grief
Sorrow
by eliz100
I hardly noticed the red, red bird.
My heart was broken, trampled on, smashed to smithereens.
I was hallow, devoid of substance.
Can I find a sliver of heart to rebuild?
The red robin holds a piece in her beak.
Hope
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I hardly noticed the red, red bird.
My heart was broken, trampled on, smashed to smithereens.
I was hallow, devoid of substance.
Can I find a sliver of heart to rebuild?
The red robin holds a piece in her beak.
Hope
My heart was broken, trampled on, smashed to smithereens.
I was hallow, devoid of substance.
Can I find a sliver of heart to rebuild?
The red robin holds a piece in her beak.
Hope
The flower in the picture is the red bird of paradise. I felt it matched the picture.
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