The Last Song Poem by Shirley Harrison

The Last Song

Of my darkest days

a miracle has been performed

my breathless bluebird
now reborn

now he breathes
he chirps
he sings

my bluebird
my bluebird
has new wings

fly high, my darling bluebird

fly high

only if...

just for a while.

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