Broken Is the Sparrow
Broken is the Sparrow
Broken is the sparrow,
whose spirit drifts
like feathers on the wind.
Sadness is the mist,
that lingers by your door
and hides below the shadows.
Pale is the blue,
like tiny daggers from your eyes,
which pierce my heart at every glance.
Soft is the breath,
I inhale from your lips,
while you whisper words of yearning.
Trembling is my skin,
you created by
brushing beside me.
These are the ghosts you left me
that haunts my imagination,
from memories of when we first met.
by, Martin Braun
July 24, 2023
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