Red Bird

A Poem by Treble

A little red bird

Upon the treetops

Sings her heart out.

To her,

The world is

A valley of sorrow,

A desert of desolation,

Trampling grounds,

A heart of stone.

The blades of the flowers

Stab her,

And she wonders.

"Where has

All the innocence

gone?"

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Added on September 24, 2012
Last Updated on November 23, 2012

Hi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..

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