Sitting alone, no companions, absent mates. Watching the world, he sits and waits.
Ruffling his feathers, chirping his plight. Listen. Comprehend the pain he’s in.
His true love has flown away. Leaving his world dark and gray. He will not sing. He will not fly. No, he’ll never ever venture into the sky….
Escape Reality 
4 responses to “Lonesome Sparrow”
this is sad… though beautifully written 🤍
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thanks Destiny..sometimes the sadness inspires me…don’t know why…
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always makes for wonderful inspiration…. unfortunately though… 😬
my pleasure 🤍🙏
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😊😉
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