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Blue Bird
The other day I thought of birds of blue
Free to the sky no constraints hold true
The wind hits hard never quite shaken
One must flap vigorously never to be taken
Tree to tree making nest after nest
Chirping their song attracting only the best
Colors so bright and melodies so sound
Seeking a reflection of a soul yet to be bound
Night after night flight after flight
We grasp the wings and hold on with all might
Palms are sweaty right down to the bone
Feathers so bright yet so empty and alone
The moon is serene with pulses of home
The light reflects colors much like his own
Blues to the emotion vast like an ocean
Gray steadies the drive currently in motion
Red paints the picture of his burning devotion
Lost in the ways of his own damned emotion
Yet to cause a commotion
The paint comes back with steady strokes of compassion
Drums beat a rhythm so steady in fashion
Accuracy fine to a tune
Seems like the flower is ready to bloom
The dark days behind a winter so harsh
The rain dries up draining the marsh
Freedom at last the sun shining bright
If only his song could have reached her tonight
The next flight on way
If only he could say
Yet he can't
Conversing the song in silence
Avoiding the failure of an open compliance
The song is heard through forest of thick and thin
With the fairy tale story yet to begin.
