Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Black Bird

Black bird,
Black bird
Walking on the roof
Of that building.
How do you like
This fine city?
So loud,
So dirty,
So full of busy people.

Or do you not notice
What lies below your wings.
Living your life,
From minute to minute.
Tell me you secret,
Black bird,
Black bird.

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