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Love Is You

It`s a bird.
Look at it.
It is me.
Not a tomtit,
Not a bullfinch.
I`m a Sirin.
Count my wings.
Do you see?
Do you see?
There are three,
Three white wings.
Look at me.
It`s a mask,
Not a face.
Do not touch.
I will tell
You a tale
About Punch.
It is true.
It`s my fate.
It`s not false.
This old tale
Is a blade.
Let us toss
Who should stab
This sharp blade
Into me.
On your lap
Is a bird.
Do you see?
I am scratching
                         your hand and your arm
With my sharp claws 
                          and pecking your palm.
I`m not singing
                          about love. I`m mute.
`Cause for me now
                           love means only you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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