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Blue bird,
though you have arms for wings
lips for beaks and flesh for feathers
you're still so beautiful
Oh, blue bird,
how happy
you sound
when you chirp.
Free blue bird,
how mellow and lustrous
you sound when you
sing your minstrelsy.
Happy blue bird,
how melancholic
your melody feels
when your requiem plays.
Flying blue bird,
how desperate i feel
when the rain comes
and soaks you sad.
Sweet blue bird,
how destitute my spirit stays
when the thunders come
and scare you voiceless.
Little blue bird,
don't leave the branch
where you nestle
and lull me everyday.
Oh, blue bird,
how covetted you are
by my contrite and
barren heart.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
