The Cry of a Songbird

April 25, 2009
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The cry of a songbird
awakened me to a world of ice
and I wondered
how a song so soft and gentle
could belong to a place so harsh

The rhythm of the song was
a beat that spelled out hope
that did not belong in the filth
my hands reached out
but the harsh rusted bars held them back

It was a reminder
of a broken dream
a reminder that these hands
could not longer touch the song
that had touched the place in my soul still innocent

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hopelessromantic.... said...
May 19, 2013 at 10:39 am
ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 12:07 pm
Beautiful. :)
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