Thursday, October 14, 2010

The bird

Every evening,
Summer or winter,
A bird appears at my window,
Telling me his secrets,
And taking away some of mine.

He tells me not to forget,
To love the ones I still got,
To remember my dreams.

My words are in agreement with his,
I will do my best,
I will remember everything,
I will love, I will live.

Every evening,
A bird sits on my pillow,
Taking away some of my tears,
Taking away some of my dreams,
Just to never forget…

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