One two whoosh
Whoosh she went up in the sky
The little bird I claim so closely as my own is free
Her yellow feathers glow in the sunrise when she left
Her golden brown specked eyes so radiant at night
The amount of energy and love my little bird gave me was unexplainable
The eyes of the world can only really be seen true as my 'little bird of mine'
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
