Aysha's Bird
little bird
on my window sill
with broken wing
yet you sing
every night
there you are
like a gift
a shining star
alone I lie
with loves remains
your tender song
a sooth refrain
love letters burnt
more pain
Your melody gives me flight
maybe I too can find my way
with mended wings
may we both fly to better days
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