a bird was flying through the clouds
its wings were purple like the sun
the thunder screaming out loud
and claws of lightning having fun
it winged its way in search for cover
it fought the slaps of raucous wind
abandoned was its wish to hover
alone was it in floating spinned
"my loneliness, my life, my care,
my fear, hope , my concern,
my gratitude, my soul, my scare
my movie, dope, and my turn!!!"
it passed away in sparkling silence
unknown, deep in gloomy thought
unjust, forgotten, dirty violence
your story'll ever stays untold
noone will learn your inner struggle
noone will let you off the hook
noone will save a lot of trouble
you'll never reach the twinkling brook
the lost way. потерянный путь
© Copyright: Helen Parker, 2003
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