The Thoughts Of A Bird

My heart torn out, myself, out of the sky.
What came too soon: my death. Not sure why.
Out and about, from my nest, Ive flown by.
Throughout these years Ive done my best, to stay alive.
It wasn’t enough this time I guess, but that’s just life.

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