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A little bird dancing on the tree

He hops, he leaps, he sings beautifully 

Sings for the bright lovely day 

Sings for his poor little lady 

Who seem so nice and unhappy. 

 

Then he fell 

Hard and cold collided to the ground 

'Cause the happy chirp lead the beast 

'Cause when he sings he still

Bare and free 

And so vulnerable 

So he fell for his "sorry". 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Well, I just finished reading the "To kill a Mockingbird" and since it's not my mothertongue, I'm afraid that i don't understand fully its beauty. But I'm still deeply touched by it, by the bare truth it told. 

 

Here it's a poem for the poor Tom Robinson, who was condemned his temerity to feel sorry. 

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©7 July 2015 - 3:53am — jinzln
10 July 2015 - 10:03am — hopelessly-candid
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You really did a great job! I

You really did a great job! I don't think the meaning was lost on you at all! Fantastic :)

11 July 2015 - 2:56am — jinzln
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Thank you!

Thank you! Your comment means so much for me :D

   ~Nhi 

9 July 2015 - 6:16pm — allets
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Courageous Tribute

Keep writing, you will get there. Read the pp poets. Encore ~allets~

 

 

9 July 2015 - 6:54pm — jinzln
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Thank you! I love reading

Thank you! I love reading poems in this site, they're so rich, so bare and beautiful. I just wish we have a "like" button. 

   ~Nhi