Let me tell you a story, of two little birds. Living in a nest together lived these two little birds. One dark day, one bird fell away. From the nest to the ground. A little boy her there he found. The boy took home the one, the other was alone. The boy put her in a cage. The other knew his friend was gone. Two years later, the boy grew wiser. He let the bird go, he was sorry, you know. The bird returned to the tree from which she fell unexpectedly. The other bird was waiting there, and from then on they were together.
Reason for writing:
Esmeralda, I wrote this poem as a prediction. I will be waiting for you when your parents realize what they have done and let you go. They are the boy, you are the girl bird, and I am the other. I will always be waiting...
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