Tuesday 19 November 2019

A Sparrow's chirp
Sharp yet gentle
A generic bird
To warm my heart
And then fly away
Then to return next morning
Like an endless loop of ecstacy 
Waking up my passions
 warm my blood
Awaken the human
I miss days I held you
I miss the days waiting to
They never fade
They are me

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