Bird
the day is mean
the night is long
i look at the feathers
in my hands
and my eyes blow the ocean
of an african thunderstorm
my bird sings no more
alone she soars over the happy isles
unwonen from the string of isis
my life is no more
whatever goes shall return
Copyright © John Anusie | Year Posted 2006
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