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The birds melodies

sylvie101
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I can hear them sing and sing, and I try to figure out what their harmonies mean But in the light of day, it is such a tedious task, I have so many birds to listen to, which shall I pick? One is gray with light blue stripes of a well-lived life, Another one pecks at my cheek Pleading to be heard, But I can’t seem to understand.

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Birds

I can hear the birds, they call out to me in their ariose melodies,

I can hear the birds; they tell me to stay for a little longer. 

I can hear them sing and sing, and I try to figure out what their harmonies mean

But in the light of day, it is such a tedious task,

I have so many birds to listen to, which shall I pick?

One is gray with light blue stripes of a well-lived life,

Another one pecks at my cheek

Pleading to be heard,

But I can’t seem to understand, 

No, sometimes you can’t understand it all.

Not even a bird's song

Yes, I know it can be hard to not understand anything at all, but I think we should let the birds talk,

Keep on talking, keep on singing,

Their sweet and dulcet harmonies,

Even if we don’t understand the meaning of them at all.


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  • MelanieOdum

    when you wrote this, did you know which bird you were writing about, or did they surprise you?

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  • occams_chainsaw

    in daytime it's tedious but do the birds mean something different in the dark, or is it all the same melody?

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  • nodding_along

    one pecks at your cheek pleading to be heard and you still can't understand. that loneliness is real.

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  • Hana_Sato88

    i lean toward thinking the birds know what they mean, and we're just too loud to hear it right

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  • DeniseHollo

    did you ever actually figure out one of their songs, or is the not-understanding the point?

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  • gwen64

    yes. letting them talk even when you don't understand. that's the whole move right there.

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    so many voices and you're supposed to know which one to listen to. sounds like a problem before it's a bird.

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  • theointhebackrow

    the gray one with light blue stripes, that image of a well-lived life shows up and then you're trying to pick between all of them

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  • MelanieOdum

    when you can't understand the birds, do you just accept that or does it frustrate you?

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