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When Blackbirds Came

I remember when windchimes nestled in the heart rainbows soothed the tainted cay of innocents a golden candle tempering the fang of dark I prayed, good spirits would always reign. I remember the day when blackbirds came in their fiery beaks was an icy-icy rain smashing every bluebird into bits of clay. Silence and green-eyed things dominated the days three decades of moths, chewed the good dream away. Until I prayed no more. The epiphanies then came in waves: That windchimes only spoke when the wind opened their cage- Nobody paid attention to the candle until dusk awakened to swallow the day- The bluebird isn't really acknowledged until his omega refrain is taken away- Though the hands are now bent the days are often spent, sifting amidst broken pieces of blue clay. Nighttime arrives with chilling cries as the teary-eyed mime tries in vain to knead the blackbirds into flame.

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Date: 8/7/2024 7:14:00 PM
A FAV! This work is amazing...
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Anthony Biaanco
Date: 8/8/2024 1:53:00 PM
Thanks for reading my poem Paige, Godbless Anthony

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