Lost love
Today I saw a bird,
looking for food in the cold,
to feed his hungry wife,
without knowing she’s no longer alive.
Oh, how sad he will be,
I bet he’d be crying,
searching for her but failing,
for I saw her in the cemetery,
waiting for him,
realizing the grim.
Copyright © Alex Volvok | Year Posted 2025
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