Birth of a songstress

Birth of a songstress

In a drowsy haze,
she plainly heard,
what sounded to her
like a songbird.

That melodic cadence
broke the singularity of time,
while her attendant thoughts
offered a paradigm.

The sound was ringing
all inside of her head,
so she just started singing
what she heard instead.

“I must sing.
I gotta sing
what I heard in my head,
from that little songbird”
she melodically said.

#songbird #poetry #painting #spiritual #love

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