Thursday, February 25, 2010

my little bird


Being alone with the inward idea unwritten, is the worst.

My little chubby bird will sing me the story.

Admiring her stability, my lovely little bird,

You’re looking so wise ass.

You wake up so early and take your precious nap during the noon,

Read your book before sleeping.

Let me admire you before you fly, my red little bird.

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