The Lost Bird Poem by Kong Yin

The Lost Bird



The beautiful bird is gone
forever.
When it took wing,
we saw its shadow,
and heard its last song,
but no one looked up;
instead we pretended to be busy.
We are accustomed to hiding our despair
in busyness.

The Lost Bird
Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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