A Poem by Little Birdie

I have come here not for rhyme but for reason.

the city of colour
hums its light in spectres
the rooftops punch a rhythm 
burned orange

he feels like a lungful of
mountain air
a spring breeze catching
my hair
the birth of a new day

I have come here not
for rhyme but for reason
reimagined the skyline
a thousand times

expected nothing but a 
biting sadness
but I gambled nothing and
gave all I had into the blindest bet
I ever made

the blue far above blessed
my tired eyes and 
the weary clouds healed the wounds
better than the Sun
ever could

© 2015 Little Birdie

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Added on October 22, 2015
Last Updated on October 22, 2015
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Little Birdie
Little Birdie

Rijeka, Croatia

I'm a weird little bird, and sometimes, I write. more..

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A Poem by Little Birdie