Hilarious Autobiographer

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A little bird has chirped again
Its feathers are glistened with
precious silver
Its whispers are filled with sparkles
of friendly
Which is thereby glistened by the sun,
illuminating hope.

To he I call, another silent reply
mine eyes do tear.
My hazel mirroring his own, my
touch shivering his flesh
His scent is still circling in my
pores
Strong voice, cold and deep as
the sea

my blood stripes cry for his feet to
run
But my veins send notes to say
He will never meet my eyes again...

A little bird has chirped again
It is strange how this fowl has
Proclaimed
With words that say, "He Loves
You."
My weary head is heavy with
flo
oding memories

The bird knows this is not
the end... heart