A song of a bird alone

~ A song of a bird alone ~

She tries to let her feelings ~ fly ~

When she makes some gently noise

Perhaps she does it just to survive

Because she has no any choice

One day I heard her sang even a little song!

And she fluttered a little bit with her softly small wings

As I write about right and wrong

Was it a song of her

~ and she sings and sings ~

When I make words down on paper
I try to let them fly too

Send it out of my heart to the people out here

Feelings they never knew
So our souls exist of pieces of emotions

And that's why we grief a lot

You simply can’t write the feelings down sometimes Just like you’re writing with a pencil

on the hardest stone

But I guess she doesn’t have this all

She just only sings that song

~ of that bird alone ~

Spoken words what flies from the tongue away and poems what tell life stories but what’s still unknown

Word and song what make history someday

Hard times through deceiving dreams

Well, it’s just like that song of that bird . . .
~ Of that bird alone ~

Geschreven door

Manjula

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Auteur: Manjula
Gecontroleerd door: maria
Gepubliceerd op: 13 december 2006
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