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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short poem of loss and learning to get over it.

My bird flew away,

Leaving me all alone,

Leaving a dark hole,

Far to close to home.


It got tired of me,

And took to the sky,

So I muster up the energy,

To say goodbye.


We'll never meet again,

So here I stand,

With you gone,

Leaving my cold hand.


You flew away.

What am I to do?

I suppose I'll carry on,

Without you.


Submitted: December 02, 2019

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It's beautiful!

Fri, December 6th, 2019 3:09am


Thank you :)

Sun, December 8th, 2019 10:19am

Harry Little

How intangible is it to be alive without your closest ones... A nice little individualistic touch!

Thu, September 3rd, 2020 6:18pm


Thanks so much!

Thu, September 3rd, 2020 11:30am

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