Bird کے بول

This way little bird You've tainted all the seeds of your world Sewed and ripping out A line falls down You've travelled now your tamed Tasting all the tears you've made Legs like sticks You're the beat Of a thousand wings Stretching out through all my dreams No more No more No more This way little bird Window bleach to barren bane Brushes out to clear my name no more No more Were it not for jones I'd have orphaned long ago But he permeates from everyone Brevity like lacewing on Your ardent summer lawn