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Birds of Passage

a poem by thenorm

 

The First one to call,

The Last to fall.

Fly out to the Sea.

We are trapped, you and I.

But there are no tears left to cry.

And as the Eagle flies,

And the Lovers Lie,

We are just Birds of Passage,

Passing By.

We have no call, we know no binds.

We have no treasure, we know no lines.

We share no love, but we share time.

And we fly when we are through,

Birds of Passage, me and you.

As the Silver Moon glistens and glides,

Down my cheeks, the tears do slide.

There was No Love,

No Reason To Try.

Just Birds of Passage,

Passing By.


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