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I

A lonely chick
Fall in love with a butcher

Knowing her lover will ****** her
The lonely chick just fall harder
She thinks, it doesn't matter
Because her life is already bitter

Other chicks torment her
While the other's swagger

II

One day, a rooster
The only one who talks to her
Ask, Why she falls in love with the butcher

Maybe it sounds funny
Her face becomes smiley
But, in reality he's not ******
He's more honey

He cheers me up when i'm lonely
Her face turn red shyly
He never say that i'm ugly
He makes me feel worthy

Do you think it's a ***** trick
Answer the rooster
To fool a chick
And make her lunatic
Over something so sick

And who are you to critize?
The lonely chick cries

Can you blame her?
If she fall in love with grimm reaper
Because he has manner
To a chick who's got bluster

She screams
You treat her like airs
And jugde her when she shares
Never bother to see her tears

The lonely chick run
Leave the rooster that fall silent

III

The rooster feels pain
When he knows,
The love that he has shown
Never get known

I love you, the rooster whispers
That's why I stay
No matter what the others say
I won't leave midway

But, if my love leave me stray
What can i say?
Would anyone blame me if i betray?
I will go away
I'm tired with the love that gone astray

IV

The rooster fall into despair
While butcher doesn't care
When the lonely chick die

He just think it's rare
To see a tear
With the color of cystal clear

I'm gratified
To die in the arm of my beloved
That's what the lonely chick said
Before she gone to death bed
Take my golden wings and fly away
Through dark of night, through light of day
When you've found your paradise
if it be summer sands, or cystal ice
Sit and wait for me under the moon
I shall come to find you very soon
It is not yet my time to fly
so not for long we say 'goodbye'
Martin Burch Feb 2019
Your wind whistles
I hear it
Snow hustles
across the ground
bands surround
then drift

Your cold chills
I feel it
Icy blast
on the skin
forces me in
door slammed

Cystal ice
Looking through it
Clear water
frozen twisted knife
reflecting my life
moving swift

Solstice short
I shiver
Daylight cut off
nights too tough
I’m sad

But spring will come
It seems forever
IT WILL COME!
holed up inside me
I’ll weather
I feel Seasonal Affective Disorder. January and February are sometimes really hard.

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