The blue bird

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The bird sits on the wall
Looking at everyone
The bright color drowns the darkness
The color of the blue sky
The color of the crisp air
When will the bird land
What will it do to you and me
When will the bird grace us
When will we see the bird up close
When will the sun come closer
To greet us with its presence
For I can not tell it is there
The dark in my heart is overwhelming
It takes away the beauty
I can not see what others see
I see the colors and what they mean
I see the hope they are meant to represent
But the darkness can not let me feel it

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