The bird which will spend her life ,

Trying to navigate the pain.

Thats the thing it hurts to exist,

This bird is a walking memory ,

Of a life spent trying to find happiness .

Silencing demons inside its head ,

The scars of the bird are testament ,

To the swearing truths it dares not tell aloud .

The birds passion vibrated the earth

Destructing the equilibrium .

You could feel the ferocity in its earthquake .

Darkness isn’t ugly it believed 

You know why ? I said no and the bird replied …

It holds a beauty of its own ,

A calmness of its own 

I asked how do you know? The reply was 

“I know cause darkness has been my friend since childhood “

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