Amabella Paula


The golden leaves fall as the chilled air whirls them until they hit the ground
then i spot you Songbird within the barren branches twigs within that tiny beak
'Are you preparing a nest? ' i whisper as if you could understand me
i smile the observer on the bench hands within my pocket
hiding my face within my scarf so the air wont freeze my lips
you dazzle me Songbird i wish you would sit atop my fingers
and sing to me the most darling song
then as if you read my mind you look my way an

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