Deep in the forest a blackbird
sings,
Despite the fact that she has broken
wings.
In the depths of the meadow a
meadowlark weeps,
Because her baby has succumbed to a
never ending sleep.
In a corpse, a nightengale does a
serenade,
Wishing his lover had stayed.
In the depths of a house a canarys voice
is still,
Staring longingly from the windowsill.
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PoetryI'll be updating poems everyday. I'm mostly doing this to vent so sometimes they won't make sense. :) Thanks for listening !! If you like them please Comment, Vote and Follow. Thank you! :)
