Sprung from the ashes of the earth,
little bird flounders,
unsure,
trying to balance on thin, fragile branches.
As time goes by,
little bird loses its tenacious hold,
and falls to ashes.
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This is a metaphor, which I would like to hear readers interpretations of!
Thank you for reading! : D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem kind of makes me think of life and death..like the circle of life, things are born from the depths, but die and return to the depths, then another get born. thank you.