Little bird on my window door
I cant quite make out what bird you are
Just a silhoutte as the day curtains are stuck
A bit hairy, must be wet from the rain, the dreaded rain that is keeping me from infinity heaven
An extremely tall window, a room made for giants, how many have came before me, starring out to the sky, pondering the future, while still giddy from a hot bath
You must be talking to your friends little bird, i can hear you both chirp, but can only see one
When will you fly away, away from this supposed dragon's head
You must be waiting for the sun like all of us
We shall see who makes the first move.
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