I never got to
See you take flight
But still,
I hear your wings
Kiss the air
And you’ve flown
Something close to south
And I wept in private
Like empty batteries
In a kitchen drawer
But seasons
change
And the other birds
In other nests
Are beautiful
But oh Birdy
Oh Birdy
Oh
Birdy
You will be so loved
And the sea would overflow.
With my tears of joy
To know where you are.
My book Until She Sings is out now.
Ebook:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8If
Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR
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