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Mar 2015
It was a song I loved
The notes reached me
I understood what they were saying

It was a song I knew
I didn't have to ask questions
But one day it just stopped playing

Like a high flying bird
It vanished into the sky
Reminding me life is changing

I forgot its message
It was dead to me
I didn’t know it was waiting

A song needs its lover
The one who understands it best
The one who can hear it calling

Arousing me from indifference
The bird suddenly appeared
And my heart began its falling

As I reached out
It darted away
I wondered where it was going

But it only circled above
Singing forgotten notes
Asking if it was time for our joining

But how can I know if it is true
Is it time for something real
Or just memories I keep reliving?
Mark Lecuona
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