Weep, Weep
Little red bird
Little rose bud
Flowerless on a hedge
Frozen tears
Little blue bird
Passing over time
Clear skies on cloudy days
A paper cut
Little black bird
Tips your red wings
Bleeding like my heart
A coo, A coup
Little white dove
Beneath the willow
Crying out for silence
Sometimes, it slips
Clipped wings grow
As minds forget
We could ever fly
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