to the little blackbird
perched on my window sill,
please fly away.
whenever you're here,
i'm always so sad.
it's as if I'm plagued
with your dark feathers.
sometimes you fly away.
and I hate to admit it,
but I'm happy then.
but one little black feather
will always remain.
'*'
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
