bird of the shattered |
The wounded bird of the shattered
still hiding, yet seeking
scared of what to find
Loved by many
adored by few
Once gifted with the talent of feeling
now barely a footprint in mud
by an animal chased for its beauty
Wet, soaking, slowly dying
she walks a silent path
Tears the only signs of life
though crying is since long forgotten
Afraid of exposure she is revealed
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