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Our Black Bird!
who's singing in the worst hours?
for remember our guilts and sufferings
singin his lament for all of us
in your observation tree
if you are not there, he is there
seek us by our eyes
And deeply found us
with your dark feather
with your nightly hug.
poem
by
Mirna Morgan
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