GIRL WITH BIRD


SHE SITS ALONE IN A WINDOW

A Red Bird is perched on a limb outside

The world is frozen

Her heart is warm.

The train is coming.

Her love on board.

He is her heart beat, the blood that rushes through her veins.

He is her heart, her heart.

Her heart is warm.

It is cold outside.

The train derails.

Her lover dies.

She sits alone in a window.

A Red Bird perched on a limb outside.

He is her heart.

Her heart is warm.

It is cold outside.

 

-poppishirley (c)

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