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A bed of black birds
Even in a cold calm carousel people will fear to fly and die as well,
fear is an high hidden place for when the weather is weak,
But the heart however hurts cause no one will speak,
About the falling feathers on a bed of black birds,
high above the city where you can't get hurt,
you feel like sitting on a cold calm carousel afraid to fly
but you'll die as well
Well done
Dark poem
yes it made me think
keep on!
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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Nice and dark
Just like I like my poems, makes me think.
Thank you :)
Thank you :)