There were three sentimental days I have been remembered,
All were built by sentiments of a solitary bird;
A bird that shedded myriad tears every sun sets down,
Immuring itself in a cage away from the town.
The first sentimental day when the bird was indisposed,
The wings got weaker and the beak remained closed;
A realization of being alone sent the eyes in red,
So this helped the bird to stay undead.
The bird felt alright and learned from what happened,
The second sentimental day when the wings has mended;
Prepared itself to fly again outside the
town,
This felt anxious but a time after it removes the frown.
A tear fall from the eyes after standing up,
The stocked water spilled from the fallen cup;
Glancing on the window and breathed out,
Reflecting a sedated face for an ardent bout.
That was the third day when she flee away,
Leaving all the ashes in a smoking tray;
The bird landed on the nest prepared by unknown,
That was the last sentiment... when the bird bawl after founding a new throne.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
