Pale Bird

My eyes open wide to the sky up above


the chill in the wind blows through me.


I open my arms at the sight of a dove,


but the pearly bird confused me.



It dipped to the right and came to a halt


I was at a loss for what to say


But I moved too soon, it was all my fault


That the pale bird flew away.



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