Sweet Little Bird

20 Apr


Tell me little bird
what is in your head?
Let me caress your golden hair,
let me ease your pain.

You marvelous creature.
No man in the world
could love you enough.
Your shiny hair always curled.

On one ordinary day
there was no power in this world
that would help you with your burden,
with your growing pain.

Tell me little bird,
where are you now?
where do you lay those golden locks?
Where do you whistle that sweet song?

I wrote this poem as my tribute to Marilyn Monroe who truly was marvelous creature.

I dedicate this poem to today’s Hump Day Poetry.


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