Cold blue delicate wings
spread lifeless on the harsh gravel,
marred by the slightest human touch,
crumpled and torn by a tuft of April breeze.
This regal creature now rests
amid the brass of old bullets,
remnants of a hot violent explosion now cold.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
Cold blue delicate wings
spread lifeless on the harsh gravel,
marred by the slightest human touch,
crumpled and torn by a tuft of April breeze.
This regal creature now rests
amid the brass of old bullets,
remnants of a hot violent explosion now cold.
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