A bird sits on the ground
A bird with black feathers
exept for a soul stripe of blue
It caalls aloud with a scream
it sounds of a new born baby
and the rasp of your last breath
It hopes gracefuly into the sky
full of dreadful beauty
and lands on a pill of sand
the color of golden rays of the sun
trapped in pearls
It lands just long enough
to pick up a tiny grain
no bigger then a pin head
then it flys off and drops it
in a new pill half of the first
only to repeat the process
when there is no longer a
hill or even a grain
that alone is an eternety
a thousand life times gone
with out you.
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