Tuesday, 8 October 2013

little bird poem

Don’t leave me, said the little bird

Do not break what has already been broken

Or let go of what was once lost

You took the shards left over

And I have not much left of my heart


Don’t rain upon my wings

And then bid me fly alone

My heart it beats so slowly now

So frightened of its own

Dark and dangerous place inside

Where one might die alone

Don’t leave me, said the little bird

Don’t set me free from your window


I shall fly back until my wings shred

And drift as ash does in the air

This little bird, when there’s no heart left

Will still fight for more

As I shall fight for us

Until my last feather falls.


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