withered beauty
sing little bird,
tell me your story
i’ll write it down
before you get buried
the words i write
will forever speak
of your long lost soul
and withered beauty
sing little bird,
forget the bars
weep away
the unshed tears
your mind,
they cannot encage
sing little bird
don’t turn your face
sing little bird
chirp away your wounds
the sky is your limit
don’t look at the ground
one by one,
open up your wings
those tired, unused
unexercised things
sing little bird,
tell your tale
to the beating hearts
that turned stale
sing little bird
choke away the pain
for you will not
be here again.
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 Posted by Awsiv in Poetry on February 19th, 2008 |
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February 19th, 2008 at 10:51 pm
It’s a nice imaginary a “Bird”. Hope it will again start to sing a song for you only for you same like before.
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February 19th, 2008 at 11:11 pm
2 thumbs up!
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February 20th, 2008 at 1:11 am
liked it .. very good one ..
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February 20th, 2008 at 5:23 am
Dammss chaa…Mitra.
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February 26th, 2008 at 10:01 pm
“Pinjadako suga” part 2 dami cha, this goes to all the pinjada holders, “Let the bird touch the sky”
keep it up…
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