43/52 birdsong - gabi besel
Автор: Gabi Besel
Загружено: 2025-10-23
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whistle
You say the same words
But they don’t mean the same, to me
You didn’t have ashes in your hair
During the wildfires
You didn’t watch the cars go by
When you say “freeway” it don’t mean the same, to me
When you say “freeway” it don’t sound the same
whistle
You talk about the birds
You know many of their names
But when you say “thrush” it don’t mean zorzal
You don’t know, Entre Ríos or my dad
Or the buzzing of summertime
When you say “birdsong” it don’t mean the same
When you say “birdsong” it don’t sound the same
If I let it linger
I’ll die alone
Why am I always talking about home
With people who still live in the same place
If I let it linger
I’ll live alone
I wish I didn’t, but I roam
To be displaced
Feels like home to me
To be displaced
Feels like home to me
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