From Internet
The bird alighted
from the brush of a five year old-
it had wings of red heart-
its turquoise plumage glowed
against the ashen sky,
an umbrella sun-
it began to saunter
thinking about the creator
closing its eyes-
amidst blooms of hearts, stars…..
Posted for Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017 #25 hosted by Thotpurge
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