πΏ A Little Visitor
Like a flower that comes and goes…
There came a bright yellow bird,
her arrival felt like
a present to my heart…
On my window,
with her little feet,
sparkling feathers and
twitter so sweet.
She sat the whole day
but at night flew away…
I wondered why she came to my sight
until I saw her reaction
in the glass of window so bright.
I caught a glimmer in her eyes,
it was for the bird she saw
sitting on the window, another side.
Oh! the little creature thought
there was another one of her kind,
or maybe she was lost in the charm
she carried in her own sparkle of light.
I’m thinking if I could tell her
that I could be her admirer
for all the upcoming weather…
She left on me an impact of her voice, making me miss her presence at night… Now her arrival has slowly declined, did she find another glass as that of mine? But how can I say that she changed her way, still every morning she comes and brightens the rest of my day. Her alive green feathers, when she flies her way, make my heart say— Oh dear! Please come every day… ---
She left on me an impact of her voice, making me miss her presence at night… Now her arrival has slowly declined, did she find another glass as that of mine? But how can I say that she changed her way, still every morning she comes and brightens the rest of my day. Her alive green feathers, when she flies her way, make my heart say— Oh dear! Please come every day… ---
— Waiting by the Window πΈ
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