Hear the little birdies chirp

The birds just continue, don't they?
They sing to the broken,
The homeless,
The orphaned,
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,
Let go,
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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