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withered beauty

sing little bird,
tell me your story
i’ll write it down
before you get buried
the words i write
will forever speak
of your long lost soul
and withered beauty

sing little bird,
forget the bars
weep away
the unshed tears
your mind,
they cannot encage
sing little bird
don’t turn your face

sing little bird
chirp away your wounds
the sky is your limit
don’t look at the ground
one by one,
open up your wings
those tired, unused
unexercised things

sing little bird,
tell your tale
to the beating hearts
that turned stale
sing little bird
choke away the pain
for you will not
be here again.

8 thoughts on “withered beauty

  1. Enjoyed reading through this, very good stuff, regards . “The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.” by Mother Theresa.

  2. “Pinjadako suga” part 2 dami cha, this goes to all the pinjada holders, “Let the bird touch the sky”

    keep it up…

  3. It’s a nice imaginary a “Bird”. Hope it will again start to sing a song for you only for you same like before. 😆

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