Hear the little birdies chirpThe birds just continue, don't they?
They sing to the broken,
The hungry, without a crumb,
And, those lost somewhere near Oblivion,
chasing their dreams too hard.
They hold no grudge
Or sing a mean tune on your worth .
They do not mute themselves on rainy days,
Nor could they, even with effort
Nestle in their comfort.
Transport to your haven
Meditate inside this love, and just,
Your heart will catch a ride,
And soon,if you let it, it will sing once more .
Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2022-07-18 at 22:04
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