Wild Birds
Despair, ‘tis my despair
that takes me to my garden sanctuary
where I disgorge my demons
that I fight emotionally.
Where colours more than black and white
produce a rainbow for my heart,
and melodies that fill the air
can mend what's torn apart…
I see them and they see me;
Do they know how they control?
Wild birds
sing the venom from my soul.
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