O, pretty bird

O, pretty bird
Stung with yellow so rare
Do you have a song that breaks the heart
Then makes it whole

O, pretty soul
Flecked with gold
An aura with blinked white edges
What’s your word without your song

O, pretty poet
With golden eye and one brown blue beside
What is treasure
The right or the left
Which would you pluck out
And sell to me
To fill this hole in my heart

I’ve lost my rhythm
I’m tired
I’m broken

O, pretty bird
Sing to me

O, pretty soul
Speak to me

O pretty poet,
Give me your eyes

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