Bird song

She had the type of eyes which made the birds sing
Under the tree in the graveyard
Where a man told her that the world was cold but she felt warm
Next to where his wife sleep
He felt he could confide
Her eyes like balls of cotton
Which the birds used to make their nest
Soothing and comforting
Her eyes like a party
Inviting and enticing
Where all the guests felt welcome
The door left open
To a world where
The birds sang all day and night

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