Fly as you might, but your truth is
seen by all, do you cry? Do you feel?
Your eyes are filled with water or is it
pain.
A bird? No! Rather a hidden spirit,
your might and strength are hindered
by your regret. I see no single bird but
dozens of warriors in one, who hurt you so?
Lost to the shame and desire to show more,
but your feathers say 'no more', should I cry
with you or leave you just? A bird guided by
a heart that beats no longer.
I saw you last night, even through the hurt
and pain you dance. The moon's song is enough.
What a sight, a flightless, bird out dancing in the rain.
The joy in your pain is art, I see your time is gone
and you beg for one more song but life moves on.
I still wonder what's your story little robin
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