You were the littlest bird
i'd ever seen;
feathers falling
under the open
window.
i touched your head
with my finger.
your
eyes looked down.
you'll not flit
around our garden again.
nest's empty,
alone, again.
i'd ever seen;
feathers falling
under the open
window.
i touched your head
with my finger.
your
eyes looked down.
you'll not flit
around our garden again.
nest's empty,
alone, again.
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