Poetry

Thursday, 2 November 2023

Blue bird

All of these things that you say to me
I think they're blue but you say they're free
I walk the forests and see the tree
I think they're blue but you say they're free

I walk out among the parks
where the dogs bark
When it gets dark
And fall to my knees when I see the spark
A forest ablaze
A freedom lark
I hear him sing,
he says to me
I think it's blue
But you say I'm free

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