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‘Little bird’

Little bird was sitting on the branch

Forgotten and upset

It was looking at the world

Or what from the world was left

It shed one tear

It bent over its broken wing

And in weakening voice

It sung its last song

About love that was betrayed

About the Earth that was destroyed

About the human that killed its parents

And in darkness full of silence

And bitter loneliness

It slowly passed away

Its little heart broken of regret


Poem registered in poetry potluck!:)