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The little bird named Blessing
If I was to invite the crows outside my window into my house
They would come in clusters and with a deluded, greedy mind
Sometimes
I cannot be sure whether their eyes are black or grey
If they were to have white feathers
I would chase them out of my garden for good
For rooted
Inside them or I there is a form of sin
If a sparrow was to stay the night
I would care for it until tomorrow
With a sorrowful
Expression I would then wish it on its way for I know I may not claim it selfishly
If it turned towards me one last time before it left
I would be forever thankful and regard it with affection
But soon dejection
Would flow through my vessels, spreading to my fingers like dripping tar
If the sparrow ever hesitated then on my doorstep
I would send with it another little bird for I know with infatuation,
Frustration
Can only follow, and hereby I would rid myself of the fatiguing task of rejuvenation.
I would call the little bird Blessing and hope
That she would live up to her name and overshadow
Sparrow
On his path
For with each wingspan that he takes, he does so away from me.
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