Blue
birds
They
have their very own
Burdens
They
sometimes
Forget
to smile
But
still there is a
Special
light in colors
Or
on the walls
And
the wheel thing starts again
Blue
birds they have their very own
Inks
Sometimes
they dry
And
they suffocate
Sometimes
they flow
In
their blood stomach and throat
And
then their pupils dilate themselves
And
their hands shake
A
little bit faster—awkwardly
Blue
birds they have their very own
Fantasies
One
is from Andalusia
The
other one is English
They
whistle
Sometimes
it’s bitter
Sometimes
it’s sweet
Blue
birds they have their very own
Friendship
Sometimes
they’re goofy
Sometimes
they’re pretty melancholic
Blue
birds
They
have their very own adventure
A
few know the bound
A
few take it seriously
But
the blue birds they don’t care
They
step forward and backward
Like
hesitant Polaroids
Melting
under some
Spectacular
lemon trees
Waiting
for the wind
To
take their souls
Away.
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