She sings no more

I used to hear her
Beside my window sill
From dawn of every sun rise
To the evening dusks’ chill.
Her feathers so small and brown painted
The tweet mesmerizing slow
Perched up high she would dance smart
Next moment she’d have flown low.
So full of life and energy no bound
Her songs singing in every chord they know
The cruelty overshadowed her songs’ grace
And now she sings no more.

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