Hollow BirdsA Poem by ChahklatThose birds sing their song,
Those birds sing their song,
even though they are hollow inside. Oh they trill sweetly, hollow. Lovely they are, destitute. Where is their hope? In song? In spread wings, with tender feathers? In they sky where they float and glide? Those birds trill sweetly, hollow, chests swell and fall, full of winds. Cats claws await, sharp and dicing, where those birds float. © 2014 Chahklat |
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Added on July 29, 2014 Last Updated on July 29, 2014 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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