Little Birds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a poem

Submitted: August 05, 2012

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A singsong voice floated on the breeze and through my window.
I followed.
In the garden sat a girl
A voice that was honey and wine and crumbling stone
And I began to pray
that she would never leave me.
I carried her to my house
gave her my best room and asked her to sing.
And she did.
A melody like ripe strawberries and lemongrass and youth.
I cried
Because it was so beautiful.
She sang to me each day
And I thought the sweetness would never leave my tongue.
But one day she ran away.
So I ran after her
I clipped her wings
And put her in a cage and asked her to sing.
And she did.
A melody like falling leaves and stormclouds and melancholy.
I cried
Because it was so beautiful.
But still she kept on running.
And I tore at the sky and cursed and shouted
And I pleaded with God not to take her away.
Its been three centuries since I walked in
And knew what it meant to feel empty inside.
The cobwebs scratch against plaster
And play a melody like ashes and dust and broken glass.
I cry
Because there is no beauty left.


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