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is more alive than I,
breathing every moment;
just that, then memories fly.
Us poor beasts, enslaved are we,
dragging every life regret,
piling on beneath birdsong,
until our dying breath. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 95 [topic] => 25 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Bird Trilling On A Sprig


Bird Trilling On A Sprig
Date: Thursday, 2nd May 2019 @ 10:28:45 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno
A bird trilling on a sprig
is more alive than I,
breathing every moment;
just that, then memories fly.
Us poor beasts, enslaved are we,
dragging every life regret,
piling on beneath birdsong,
until our dying breath.

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