A sparrow,
it was I think,
the devils bird,
lost in ink,
we scoured through,
we searched the night.
we wish,
the wish,
not of the light,
I wanted more,
but it had less to give,
a burden life was,
my gift,
was its release…
A sparrow,
it was I think,
the devils bird,
lost in ink,
we scoured through,
we searched the night.
we wish,
the wish,
not of the light,
I wanted more,
but it had less to give,
a burden life was,
my gift,
was its release…