where is my bird from the sweetest of dreams
that I had in the gloom of October?
where is my bird singing carols and hymns
when I thought that the nightmares were over?
I used to watch my bird playing alone
among withering, colourful leaves.
I used to weep for that cute little thing
and ignore that my eyesight was leaving.
I used to press my face full of tears
against cold, stained bedroom window
it was so painful to look at my bird
fading peacefully. ust like a widow,
I had my heart all of throwing and thrashing
nailed to chest and rebuilt all anew.
my precious bird, know I love your whole being,
and my life became lighter with you
Bird
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