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Birdgazing
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2022-04-09
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***
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I locked eyes with a robin this morning,
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sitting outside my bedroom window
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perched on one of the branches of the bush
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that was once a tree, cut down in fear, still adamant to grow.
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I thought of you, helpless in bed, maybe snoring,
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maybe silent as a hush,
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and how I wished I could be there
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to your exhausted body take care.
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For I gave you everything I had to give
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for you to claim your future back
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under one condition: that, at the end, you live.
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You burnt every candle down,
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dissolved every bathtime bomb,
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spent every rainy day stash
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I had,
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even accepted my blood.
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I wish
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it hadn't taken this
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for you to finally accept
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you were the Equinox,
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the harbinger of balance,
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all along.
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When I'm with you,
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I feel like I've been born anew.
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My mistakes no longer imposing weight,
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the past's pain
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all washed away.
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Or about to be reborn,
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invalid, palliate,
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you gently taking care of me
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until arrives my death date.
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Your touch is so tender, my love,
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healing, magic, sunlight.
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You know I'd do anything for you.
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So let me nurse you back to life.
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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