Little Bird

Hey little bird, hey little bird,
are you as hurt as my heart?

Your eyes is swollen
like my eyes.
You are near death
and I am near forever losing my little friend:
Your end is
an abyss I don't dare to look at,
the abyss that dares me down, wingless,
like you without your soul,
your zest, your gushing glees
on the concavity of my chest.
.
How hard it is to lose a friend
who made your room brimful
of its joy and life, its ….happiness!
Oh how hard it is to see you,
swollen with pain instead of jollification!

I do not want to leave you
I do not want you to leave this world
for that makes it even emptier than before I met you.
emptier even than then I didn't know you exist.

I was nothing, I was just dusts
an unopened pandora box,
before knowing you.

Now you are gone
I am just a dust on your picture on my wall.

just a dust
in the ceaseless tempest
of these whirling
sands in the wind.