bring me your sadness
and i will paint for you
a river that runs through a dry land
where families and loves have died
i will etch your travels and searches
like white birds against the azure sky
you will remember the water
when you first drank from
its pleasurable coolness
it is the green bird that brings
you this far - promises you kept
against the fear and doubt of others
from horses of courage
you will string the bow
and from it free the songs
your now hear
into the hearts
of your enemies
that they may love you
now, you will see
so that others
may see you.
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Another AP entry. The prompt was this song which is hauntingly beautiful.
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