The Song Of The Canaries Poem by Saul Palti

The Song Of The Canaries



glide to your death
upon the grey sky moors
sent to the depths bellow

yellow feathers still green
from experiences left behind
at first flight destiny awaits

die little bird under control
your wings will not serve you well
and this was not deserved

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