The Songbird

Just a page from her book
between whose lines I am lost.
The world perhaps may never listen
but the heart shall speak at any cost.

Her words, I fail to understand,
silence all those written by my hand.

A bird sings, one can only guess why;
Perhaps in praise of the glorious sky?

I’m overwhelmed by words so profound.
Her poetry by rhyme shall never be bound

So fly away, dear bird, fly away.
I’ll open this cage and set you free today.

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