A pink burst of blossoms, 
fluttered across a blue sky. 
Breaking into the last silence, 
a bird 
thrilled and chattered 
to a mate, 
billowing its feathers. 
Spring for them was fresh, 
the nest unmade, the eggs unlaid. 
Rocking here alone, 
frighten, 
angry, 
life is now the scream 
his hands left.
Random Word: Screams of Sighs
 
 
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