Poor thing! Poor foolish life!
An act of humility that
couldn't save this life
Even if I lie you down to limp,
would you even move more than an inch
I would rather free you from misery,
marble in your unpleasant beauty, to see
the bird that you maybe could be.
You'd given me a lasting glare
telling me to hold on,
to hold you and to feed you
but I was cold. I let you go
to the world.
And as I walked away,
I could almost hear the wind flutter thru
your feathers, and I knew you'd be okay.
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