The lonely black bird
Last winter I saw a bird painted black.
He was singing a sad, sad song On the top of my neighbor’s roof. We both were feeling the dew But suddenly, away he flew! Waste and lonely, standing aloof, From afar again he sang the song And then I knew he was not coming back. poem written 25.06.2010 |
The lonely black bird is singing
I am a bird,
I sing a song. The song I sing, It goes like this: I am a bird, A little bird! I sing the flowers up to the sky, I sing the clouds back to the ground. I am a bird, Don’t sing in tune and have no color, It’s not a problem: You have a rainbow within your eyes. poem written 25.06.2010 |
The sad, sad song of the lonely bird
I am a bird.
I am a lonely, black little bird. I sing a song. I sing a lonely, sad, sad song: It does not rhyme And is not mine. I am a bird. I am a lonely, black little bird. I sing a song. I sing the song she taught me sing along: That song is ours, We sang it for hours. I am a bird. I sing our song. The tune’s getting blurred But I’ll keep singing along. poem written 25.06.2010 |