The Pulse Of Maturation... - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

Pearl white, ash black infant sparrows the empty bottles of merlot their hued rufescent the slow bleeding nuance
Fly not nestlings....still dwarfed you be
On midnight jaunts...while crows stalk

Soon you'll feel freedoms pulsing Heart
Bare Instinct superseding Mother-Love
Untie these nurtured threads, break free
Maternal mission finished, now it's time
To take wings....into the southern winds
Sparrows live to fly...the southern winds


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Poems by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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