there's a song of happiness
sung by the birds of distance
its sound, like a lullaby found in debris
like smoke fumes high, dissolves, and dies
songs in the distance
by birds clipped wings of happiness
this perpetual fear is killing
of tomrow being same as today
there's a song in birds,
of happiness distanced by time
but my pillow is too small
and i am so sad tonight
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