blue bird

All those sad nights of crying
None of the things I thought would happen to me,
They happened.
Those precious memories flittered about my mind,
As though they were trying to escape,
I will not let them escape.
They think they can fly about my head like blue birds.
There is nothing like watching a blue bird so precious so fragile.
Nothing like a blue bird to symbolize your memories flying away from you
All so precious
None of the pain left only
Memories





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