Songbird Poem by Brian Hinckley
Songbird
Her voice
cuts like glass.
Striking my heart,
I fall in instant love.
Higher and higher
she soars.
Hitting notes that
could make stones weep.
My eyes glassy;
my breath caught.
She sings with all her heart;
I can hear it breaking.
The song draws to a close,
her voice still ghosting the room.
In my mind she still sings,
a songbird soaring on golden wings.
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