Upon my beating heart
A little bird perches and trills
Of life’s many wonders
And its numerous thrills
Of love and war, I hear him sing
Of how war does hurt
And of how love does sting
Of loss, he chirps,
And of bloodshed, of death
But it’s my love he sings of
With a final shuddering breath
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
Upon my beating heart
A little bird perches and trills
Of life’s many wonders
And its numerous thrills
Of love and war, I hear him sing
Of how war does hurt
And of how love does sting
Of loss, he chirps,
And of bloodshed, of death
But it’s my love he sings of
With a final shuddering breath
Doing a 30-day poetry challenge, and I figured I'd start now.
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