Wingless Bird

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O wingless bird of my arts!

Fallen from the nest,

Take the strength of my words,

Fly in my prose and verse.


O sapless pen of my thoughts!

Dried from the dread,

Nib into my veins and clots,

Inscribe on paper in blood.


O merciless pain of my body!

Let me slowly perish,

Dwell and cherish the vault,

I render you to flourish.


O needless cry of my soul!

Bereft of your audiences,

Rebound, return and lie,

Buried with mute senses


O pointless compass of my life!

With all magnetism lost,

Who provides you solace –

Mountain, valley or grass?

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