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Goodbye Songbirds
Such beauty,
so much to touch, to feel, to smell.
Natures carpet on my bare feet.
The gentle fury of the burning sun.
The flowers are blooming, yellow, violet, and red.
"Sleep here, sleep here my dear.",
I can't remember what else you said.
I fell into a deep slumber,
Where the darkness took over my garden,
Where the trees were dying,
And where I heard my songbirds crying.
"Can't I wake up now?",
I cried into the never ending night.
But as I looked around me,
There was no one.
Not a soul in sight.
Nothing is the same now,
Where is my laughter?
Where is the whistling wind in the Maples?
As I look into the dark mist,
I see, exactly now, why my happiness has been disabled.
You.
You there, with the angry child-like smile.
2010.
so much to touch, to feel, to smell.
Natures carpet on my bare feet.
The gentle fury of the burning sun.
The flowers are blooming, yellow, violet, and red.
"Sleep here, sleep here my dear.",
I can't remember what else you said.
I fell into a deep slumber,
Where the darkness took over my garden,
Where the trees were dying,
And where I heard my songbirds crying.
"Can't I wake up now?",
I cried into the never ending night.
But as I looked around me,
There was no one.
Not a soul in sight.
Nothing is the same now,
Where is my laughter?
Where is the whistling wind in the Maples?
As I look into the dark mist,
I see, exactly now, why my happiness has been disabled.
You.
You there, with the angry child-like smile.
2010.
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