Birds have wings, so they can fly.
But I've got arms to keep one of those birds
Made safe with much more love.
Oh, the bird can sing too!
So it sings, and I play the beat of my heart,
Could the heartbeat stop?
But the singing stopped, and I still play.
And yes, I will still play on my broken heart.
If there's nothing else but a choice
For it shall return and will sing to me a love song, of another Dawn.
But somewhere in the beautiful place, we call it, old Eden.
I think I will not hope in vain then.
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My Boy Ryngkhlem (
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- Category: Sad
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A great metaphor and well said in this poem of love.
Very thank you, dear Soren. Thank you for the read and your love expressed in the comment.
Beautifully penned. The sadness filtered through to this poet’s heart. Thank you.
You're very much welcome, dear Cassie. Indeed, you know I drew out my pain into words.
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