Bluebird

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She turns away
In the grey sun
Looking for the words
To her daily song

He had come here once
Harping on her voice
Perched on a branch
Was this life’s promise

Today its all grey
The tree is a brazen blue
Even in its bloom
It reeks of visions eventually deluded

She waits the wait
For that familiar sight and sound
Of the tiny hop across the branch
Of the beauty she had once found

She looks up with the little hope
It’s always the love that never last
That turns a breath into a sigh
And turns this bluebird black…..

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