There was a bluebird
who flew through a hole
in the wall of a quiet
white house.
The family who lived there
heard not a sound
not a chirp
from the blue bird
so sweet and alone.
The years passed by
like a swift soft breeze
and she slowly forgot
where the tiny hole was
but it did not
bother her.
The blue bird nested
against a white wall
in the endless dark
in the shadows
of the house,
so sweet and
alone.
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