Bird Furious

Here’s a poem I found…

From Death to Life

When the wind in the roses is too silent to see

When the rock falls above, yet misses the ground

When a river flows, swollen with the tears of the lost

And the weary stone turns to dust, too tired to remain round

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Then is the time when the meter of rhyme shall slow and stop

And sounds fall empty on hollow ears

And the sea wither and die, succumbing to the pain of existence

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Then shall the final song ring

Then shall the final song ring

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And the restless soil will settle once more in its place

And the waters shall sigh

And the broken mend

And the world welcome the medley of life, never again to rend

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The final song shall ring

And we shall have a new king

—idek