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A Bird Now Gone
No bird remains to sing his song.
so silence pounds the whole day long.
In beat with memory of the day
I clapped to make him go away.
The fault, it clearly lies with me
the bird was what the bird should be.
Now I live knowing I was wrong…
to want to silence any song.
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:13 pm
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