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I am the BIRD
The bird perched at the window, to fly or not in debate,
Atop each building it surveyed, as the world met a crumbling fate.
Entangled in knots, a question lies in wait,
In death, will joy be found, or will it be too late?
Like the bird in hesitation, I observe the fall,
A coward in the shadows, never heeding the flight call.
Maybe, deep down, I enjoy the collapse of it all.
© starrose
Atop each building it surveyed, as the world met a crumbling fate.
Entangled in knots, a question lies in wait,
In death, will joy be found, or will it be too late?
Like the bird in hesitation, I observe the fall,
A coward in the shadows, never heeding the flight call.
Maybe, deep down, I enjoy the collapse of it all.
© starrose
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