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Sep 2018
A pink carnation sprouts under green light.
The river had been blocked eve of that cold rainy night.
Bird of blue with wings yet to thaw.
Small heart changed from the things he had saw.

Bird of blue with sun in sky.
His damp wings now fully dry.
On earth he stays falling each try.
Little bird has forgotten how to fly.
Written by
Jean-Paul Blancq  18
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