I offer this poem to my friend.
Grieving
There are no words,
only the songs of birds,
and the laying of hard shells,
that will one day
open,
and fly.
Grieving
There are no words,
only the songs of birds,
and the laying of hard shells,
that will one day
open,
and fly.
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