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It's the evening's abyss sinking deep
As the sun sails they rise
Bold and evergreen
The bristles break and crash
Hacking they plug, songs they sing
Perched deep they serenade the morning
Their songs sweet and soothing
An appeasing sound to perch upon
Eager to render the creativity swirled
In the mind of the forest.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.