A little girl
called his name
for the quiet bird
that rarely came
his wings and feathers made of gold
he sung a song that removed the cold
his words could give you warmth and light
his notes could get you through the night
the little girl wanted nothing more
than for her will to live to raise from poor
she wished for the bird to sing her to sleep
his song wouldn't let the nightmares creep
A Quiet Bird
he soared far and wide
he was the only savior to the night
but he rarely even sung a note
his words were hidden in his golden coat
The quiet bird
was her greatest wish
because only with his melody's kiss
would she find her peaceful bliss
The little girl saw his golden sheer
a symbol to know that he was near
but she never heard a single sound
and so she sunk to the ground
"Quiet Bird
sing me a song
of daylilies
and gentle ponds
Quiet Bird
sing me a song
that makes the nights
not so long"
and the quiet bird began to sing
morning light he would bring
to the darkest days filled with despair
the quiet bird brings light to air
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
