This poem is inspired by a conversation I had with my sister. I compared her willingness to love the world and the destruction it had caused her to a rose bush, and this poem took root in my mind. Enj...
Lovely little bird, will you continue to fly for me? Until your wings break, and you find yourself permanently grounded? Will you fly, until this world consumes you?
A few hours after your departure, the chain that united us is starting to disappear. You were famous, and famous will remain, through the nickname everyone knew you for.