Vyshnoo

The Letter

​To,

The Bird,

You are beautiful,

You make me blossom,

And I wither when you don’t visit me.

I swayed that night for your attention,

I shed my leaves when the wind blew hard,

I dried up, but you wouldn’t visit and water,

I was dying.

There came a storm,

You broke your wing and fell beside me.

So now, the wing broke and you didn’t move,

I withered and didn’t bloom,

We stayed there forever,

And it all decayed.

From,

The Tree

P.S.- Please come back. I’m waiting for you.