Blue Bird On The Window Sill

come to me bluebird
let me dye your feathers
to white if you want to be pure
to red if you want to have more
excitements
come to me bluebird
let me handle your problem
about their judgment against
you
you are not blue because of
your feathers
i will dye it for you
do you want pink for
a wise panther?
i can do it for you
trust me
you are not blue because
nature made you
you are blue because you
allow it to be so.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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