Just a sip of water between songs
As the sound begins and my soul ends
A moment in time
To have a taste, to ingest a piece
I am full now
Thanks for your availability.
My white bird has flown
Left me alone between notes
Still ignored by near ones
Perpetually shamed by dear ones
Better be alone in these dirty hours
In the quiet mind lays the thread to your flight.
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