Two birds on a wire… One flew and one stayed. The one that flew carried its beak high, and the one that stayed kept its head low. The one that flew had a beautiful tail, and the one that stayed had a flawed spine. The one that flew held its attitude high, and the one that stayed had lost all meaning in this world. Yet both of them were sad.
If one of them had each other, if one of them knew, if they could connect even from one side.. They would know.
If someone saw, if someone heard their cries at night, they would know.
If someone knew what it meant to be sad, they would know.
Yet no one did.
And in such flawed solitude, they lived. One fake, one unnoticed. One hidden, one unknown. One blind, and so the other. In such different colors…
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And I'd lie if I'd say something changed. Because nothing did. Every day, they would gather, every evening they would depart. One to its gatherings, one to its thoughts. And then, every night they would sing their songs of blue.
Because no one knew that depression can come in all colors.
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Two Birds on a Wire... One Page Poetry
PuisiIn a world of ours, great Earth that we call, lives two small Birds, with something to share. Come, spend one minute, reading this page, for it will take you to some where else...Far, far, away.
