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The Black Birds Song

Posted February 19 | Leave a Comment

There are so many words That hold the potential to define But my lips are pursed and Only occasionally crack To let my breath bleed out The only sounds are coming from the black bird's laugh A cackling that somehow makes this moment memorable My eyes encounter a display of dancing lights The gleam of the sun against your eyes Our hands intertwine and embrace There is no need for words read more