Little Bird

by Alex Haditaghi   Sep 12, 2012


Our blue sky is full of dark and black clouds
ready to pour tears for the two of us
My hope has diminished, time is going on
Separation is the master, we, the lovers, are its slaves

Your hands getting pale in my palms
like a wounded shy little bird
It fluttered and flew because of an ended love

I wish I could say don't leave me
But my throat is knotted, my words are lost
as slowly you fly away I know
Won't love anyone else again throughout my life
We are an uncompleted story from now on
We are walking on separate paths
That's life...
Like a vagrant wind, you blew to the faraway places
I will live with a wilted rose in my heart for years.
Sleeping at separate nights,
We will wake up in separate mornings from now on
Thinking that the faults are love,
We will be consoled with different skins in vain
And we will be injured secretly
I will keep the best place for your memory
In my greatest love story
With diminishing suns in my eyes,
I will always wait for you in this city
Hoping that you may come back some day
Take care of yourself, you beloved!
Take care of yourself, you the most loved

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