a blackbird
came to
visit me
and in the woods..
the bluebells
are all
dead now.
a fallen
silver birch
lies in a grave
surrounded by
buttercups
which grow.
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a blackbird
Author notesNot entirely rich in metaphor but also not an immediately obvious piece either. Although music is involved this hasn't been written as lyrics or a song. Here is the song: In a listA contest entry
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