Wednesday, March 12, 2014

We sit like birds upon a wire,
Safe secure on our own line.
Across we see another
Sitting just as we.
Yet strange-we do not greet
Dare we not cross them
Flinching, falling, fear
Now we grow accustom to wait
Watch and listen you their song.
But once the song has flown away
Nevermore can it be reached.

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