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Pity the birds.
What means have they,
With songs for lifting souls
To soothe my torn out heart,
Quivering,
Tendered,
Upon this iridescent palm.
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You write the birds cannot soothe the pain even with their songs. I enjoy how you turn this to make us feel sad for the birds when it is the narrator who needs comfort. This is very beautiful poetry.
