Bard At the Window
At the window,
stopped, I feel. that ..
The street,
the moon,
stalk me ...
They wait for my flight ...
Wait ... I'm not
Bird... !
I am only
bard!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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