Pale Bird

My eyes open wide to the sky up above

 

the chill in the wind blows through me.

 

I open my arms at the sight of a dove,

 

but the pearly bird confused me.

 

 

It dipped to the right and came to a halt

 

I was at a loss for what to say

 

But I moved too soon, it was all my fault

 

That the pale bird flew away.

 

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