Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Ground Has Found You

Young blood in your skin
Plucked so early from your mother’s limbs
Drowsy from that morning’s sin
Pushed off the edge of a branch too thin

And it’s all falling down around you
And it’s all a blur ‘til the ground has found you
Baby bird has failed his mama
And he falls down, down.

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