Posted under LGBT..life's not black and white..its just how they see it xx
True Feathers
This story you'll hear, could be one of a kind But no matter how clear, it's like leading the blind Down through a chamber, I find when I'm dreaming Stuck in my mind, or a daze, with no meaning Something I've witnessed, without any truth As I sat by myself, all alone on the roof Listened to magpies, chirping with joy Three for a girl?, Four for a boy? In black and white, or so they seem? Then under the light, I found traces of green A sign I had seen her, and given the choice As bold as the magpies, raising their voice With nothing between her, and no great divide The grass became greener, on the other side
The magpies had joined, then one became two But this one had swooped down in bright shades of blue The colours share secrets, but to the trained eye One represents grass, one mimics the sky Then as if by nature, they were a couple Flying together, revealing a purple A gift when you worship the smallest of things Lifting your spirits, then spreading your wings
Each little magpie has stories to tell And I know that deep down, you have one as well You're holding in something, with traces of gold Are you seven for a magpie never to be told?? xx
