baby bird Posted byJessAugust 17, 2021December 19, 2021Posted inBeautiful Chaos, Haikus, Pages of Love, Self-CareTags:baby bird, flying, haiku, loss, nest, poem, poetry, skies don’t fall, baby bird, open skies welcome you, but the nest mourns your loss. the first push from the nest is the scariest. a new journey means someone else’s loss. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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