the lonely bird

Notes progressing gracefully, elegant restorations of peace. Mashed potatoes can be your friend. Each pain, each disappointment, each dread of looming fear takes space in a lyrical line. I wish you never looked at me that way. Chance encounters, longing hearts thrown away by the promise of another day in victory. Two birds in the bush always trumps the lonely bird in my hand.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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