The Injured Bird

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    The Injured Bird

    I love you so, my little friend
    I knew it from the start
    If you would give me half a chance
    I'd mend your tattered heart.
    Oh, come, my little injured friend
    With torn and fractured wing
    You'll see that life along with me
    Has happiness to bring.
    Forget the life that now has passed
    The sorrow and the pain
    Devote your life to me, my friend
    I'll help you fly again.
    Please fear me not, oh injured one
    For I've been injured, too
    If you would spend your life with me
    We both could start anew.

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    Artie commented on The Injured Bird

    10-18-2009

    There are so many places in life that this poem can relate. Very well done - 10 from me

    wheelsal commented on The Injured Bird

    06-15-2009

    like this a lot. Tighter than "dying" . A lot of beauty and insight left unsaid and that is what poetry is all about.

    FoF commented on The Injured Bird

    03-17-2009

    Lovely flow from beginning to end. Sweetly hopeful.

    xxlheart commented on The Injured Bird

    03-16-2009

    can i get away with "perfect poem" again?? :) okay, so besides it being perfect in form it just strikes me immediately as a classic piece. the dead poets would be proud and jealous of this!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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