Coloured little bird.

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Wake up in the night

While falling down from sky

Sweat shines on your forehead

You stare at the moonlight

Close down the windows

So you may not see the moonshine

Shut your ears to the whispers

So you can not hear your bird sing

Open up your sleepy eyes

So you may not see the faded face

Hold on to your own hands

So you may not miss the soft fingers

Wipe down your memories

So you may not dream again

The dark fainted blank face

Of a once sweet little thing.

Wipe down your memories

So you may not feel again

The already fainted warmth

Of a four year old wait.

Wipe up this white board

These pictures in black and white

Take your canvas outside

Paint the forthcoming storm.

Let the coloured shiny bird

Spread its wings and stare at you

Let you give it life

Let it fly through the storm.

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