Birds
Remember when we were young-
Like Quails on the wing.
Darting smarting all so refined-
We chased rainbows to the end.
Little did we know they lied-
A life forever was implied.
Our eyes now mirror the uncharted-
Melancholy we are for the departed.
We now sit huddled around tables
and reminisce ;
Like awkward Hadedas in lamentable bliss.
Copyright © Theo Constantinides | Year Posted 2014
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