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It’s not that big a surprise
How much I adore Amsterdam
Like immigrants long ago
So welcomed here just as I am
In the historic Lloyd Hotel
To witness a wedding so swell
I’m glad I’m here in Amsterdam

Canals and bikes aplenty
Whizzing past on every street
The Keukenhof gardens amazed
VanGogh’s Museum made me weep
I’m glad I’m here in Amsterdam

We walked for miles & took the train
Our flight home I made not a peep
It must have been that Space Cake
We ate it and went right to sleep
A fond farewell to Amsterdam
Just returned on a 10-hour flight from Amsterdam to Miami, after witnessing a magical wedding of my niece Karen & Fabian, her now Dutch husband, who shared their vows on a boat ride to the Skinny Bridge where they kissed to seal their love. The' Space Cake' made the plane ride back less painful!
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
If this ground could open up a hollow
I'd swallow my pride and get onside
the others are sure to follow.

We cast shadows and fail to reel them in.

And it's snowing on the underground
falling gently
bound to me and silently I watch or do these eyes of mine deceive?

It's Monday?
I do believe it so to be,
the weekend fell away and
yet we
go on as if we were this turning wheel,
is each revolution really real or
just more snow?

It's Monday,
I believe it so to be
but
still snowing.

I must be getting very old
skin so thick
can't feel the cold
I must be getting very old
repeating things I've read
or wrote?

I note
still snowing though,
I let go,
I lost my grip,
I couldn't hold on
any longer,

I felt my disappointed heart
break in two
when it became obvious
that I was no longer
"the strong her."

Whist falling I realised,
as my life flashed before my eyes,
that I regretted
the day that I surrendered my wings,
the very lifesaving things,
I, now, needed,

My soul shattered,
before hitting the ground,
knowing that I would meet my end
defeated.

By Lady R.F  (C) 2017
Eternal Love Belief
Beauty reflects to its original source
Mirror provides support as needed
Love with its eternal fire and force
As waves of the sea come, receded

My sweetheart I am always in need
Your warmth just as relentless relief
For your eyes I can listen and plead
Whatever is my eternal love belief?

My beloved I love you to any limit
I can spare for you my heart solace
Whatever I carry along as love writ
With all grace from just pace to pace

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
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