I watched him hop down the cobbled streets
that young brassy robin of mine, I wanted to keep
with his wings all a fluttering he cheeped
his voice called his freedom, that one day all will repeat
To see him dance by the Vale Green pond
to see with his beak, did a worm he pronged
some sorrow it will be and some joy
when I have to say goodbye to my boy
I had found him in the gutter
all muddy and tattered
I stayed with him day and night
just so death he could fight
My heart is so full of joy
beating so hard ,I fear of it stopping
for it's all for him to be free
as I bid farewell to my little **** robin
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
I watched him hop down the cobbled streets
that young brassy robin of mine, I wanted to keep
with his wings all a fluttering he cheeped
his voice called his freedom, that one day all will repeat
To see him dance by the Vale Green pond
to see with his beak, did a worm he pronged
some sorrow it will be and some joy
when I have to say goodbye to my boy
I had found him in the gutter
all muddy and tattered
I stayed with him day and night
just so death he could fight
My heart is so full of joy
beating so hard ,I fear of it stopping
for it's all for him to be free
as I bid farewell to my little **** robin
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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