One day, I heard
A flightless bird
And he was stranded
He was so wounded
He was crying
For help, mourning
I saw in his tears
Despondency flares
I wanted to help him
But he was way too grim
I offered him my help
And he refused with a yelp
He was sad
Insipid
He was hurt
He felt bad
He was a flightless bird,
And I was so blurred.
Through the time, he let me
Come up to him and see
His scars and his tears
He told me his fears
He lived some hard stories
Moments full of unease
I never heard that
My life was just flat
I listened to him for
Many nights, maybe more
Attentive, I heard,
The harsh past of a bird
Life is tough
Sometimes vile
But someday
You can huff
He was a flightless bird,
And I was so blurred.
Gently he get better
There was no more pressure
His wings were treated
He was now heeded
He was now my friend for
A lifetime, maybe more
Us, in my heart's core
Best friends, maybe more
I took him, in my arms
I succumbed to his charms
I felt my members
Becoming embers
Fiery
Firebird
Beautiful
And so free
He was a Firebird
Nothing was now blurred
He has never been the flightless bird,
He was the one who made me fly again.
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Beati Pacifici
PoetryHeureux ceux qui procurent la paix. Ici, je vais poser des poèmes, des pensées, des convictions, en français, ou non. J'espère pouvoir ainsi montrer les différentes facettes de ma façon de penser, et transmettre -qui sait ?- le goût que j'ai pour la...
