Bird on the window
The little bird was gone. But in my heart there was a desire of could see it again.
The little bird was gone and a part of my dream was gone with it.
Maybe in its wings a silent whisper remains. It's a whisper of heart that someone else could had captured when the bird passed through and then retain.
It was a single bird with its unique sound, that was the soundless echo of a soul that can fly and never falls down.
... It is always a white day when I wright this lines.. The bird was gone, but let something in my mind.
(19 de maio, 2019)