Little BirdA Poem by Ohhhwillow12/1/13 One person can save you from the world, unfortunately, only you can save you from yourself and others lose faith when you lose control. No matter how much you love.
My feathers fall and turn to dust,
My wings burst into perfect wine - Set alight by this darting tongue, The brightest roaring flame of mine That dwindles with your kiss As magenta does at dawn. The sparrow in vivacious winter collects brittle branches, As I plead for yours, With doubt by futile winds that shook them long ago, I know, The persistent hold resistant hope - Frost is now composing On the bedding for my hollow nest. What a solemn place to rest Little bird, Beyond the dreams of flightless facades That burn and yearn To see afar, To their crystal castles. Mine is built with the debris of a sublime dream The nestling place you leave for me to last a long forever. © 2013 OhhhwillowFeatured Review
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Added on January 12, 2013Last Updated on July 23, 2013 Tags: Love faith hope loss poem poetry AuthorOhhhwillowEdinburgh, Scotland, United KingdomAboutWrite it down and read it Instagram: ohhhwillow Twitter: @H0ly_FUCKer 'Let me sometimes dance With you, Or climb, Or stand perchance In ecstasy, Fixed and free In a rhym.. more..Writing
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