Saturday, October 12, 2019

Poetry #86

The little
boy said
it with
a smile.

It was
winter season.
All the
earth was
blanketed with
white snow.

And the
one he
held on
his hands
were a
caged bird.

"After this
season, I
will set
you free."

He doesn't
want it
to end
too soon.

But that
is a
promise he
already made.

To save
the little
bird and
once all
is done
set it
the little
bird free.

He could
not to
other but
it's to
himself that
would lie
the most.

He will
be lonely.

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