they scream and they shout.
over something wasn't worth talking about.
the topic defines itself, tired of being unheard.
rumors fly carelessly, aimlessly, imitating the sound of a bird.
as i stand here.
watching.
understanding.
a bird falls.
it gets up, flying across the walls.
i watch and i think so dearly.
why did it choose to fly-
-instead of cry.
-gc
[a story over a flock of birds]
written in august 24th, 2017
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august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
