Thud, the little bird fell,
the glass remained intact;
the bird was stunned.
He approached her filled with compassion,
wrapped her in a warm, beige towel,
held her close to his softly-beating heart.
He stayed that way for a few minutes as she came to;
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It used to be
It ripped free,
within me... Continue reading
By Natasha Devalia
for her hips sway
and fingers say
what lips may... Continue reading