Like a baby bird. <br />Like a broom among brooms... <br />in a broom closet. <br />Like a tiny parrot. <br />Like a whistle. <br />Like a little song. <br />A song sung by a forest... <br />within a forest... <br />a thousand years ago. <br /> <br />(the unbearable lightness of being)<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-can-sleep-sleep-in-my-arms/
