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Broken Wing Broken Heart
From the gutters you flew into my lonely heart,
A hand of kindness tried to save your broken wing,
I cared to the point of pain but I knew we would part,
As others cry in flights of fancy your mother sings.
In my heart whatever love I could for you impart,
Or food in the quiet of day your mother bring.
I knew this love would end in sadness from the start,
As you my tiny feathered fledgling friend no more sing,
To close beauties windows, in tears I watch you depart,
As I hold last breaths of joy, in my heart I felt the sting,
For my little friend you gave lasting love to my lonely heart.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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