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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this is a very cite poem.
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