Spring

Spring

A Poem by PrettyCrazy
"

This is what happened on the first day of spring.

"
It was a sunny day,
the first of the year,
so I buried myself in a dim room
with a low ceiling and small windows,
strong coffee and the droning voice of the chairman.

This is a lost day, I thought,
and as I left,
I found a young bird on the ground,
dead.

© 2008 PrettyCrazy


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Added on March 1, 2008

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PrettyCrazy
PrettyCrazy

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