Gilded Origami Dreamer

A poem about an origami nightingale affectionately wishing to be near a flesh, blood, bone and feather bluebird.

This lachrymosa nightingale,

Feathered in rev’rence and gold,

Presiding within paper

So delicate and in fold,

For fear of daunting rain

And being torn verily apart,

Hopes to safely reside near

The envy of his paper-cut heart:

My bluebird.

The End

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