Death-Bird - Poem by Alavi Maliha
We are the fallen leaves
Someday it might ignite the fire!
Or be the ashes to be disappeared,
Maybe a dusty little dream.
We are the dead little flowers,
Aren’t ever going to bloom,
And the drizzling night won’t be enough
To take out this flume.
We became the winter night
Where the wind whispers the curse,
And the death-bird hit her soul
To take time in reverse.
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