Birds blue and red-
Green sky- through broken trees,
Below me water- rain puddle- quite cold.
I sit in it- cold- unable to move!
Quite abandoned in exile!
Without your love I'd be dead.
Your love is my water-
My nutritional light!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Birds blue and red
Poem by Marc Aupiais
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