The girl.

by David Fahlberg   Jan 23, 2006


In the cold grass lies a lonely forgotten baby bird.
He is scared, cold and lonely.
A beautiful girl walks by and picks the baby bird in her hands.
In her hands he feels warm, safe and liked.
The baby bird is me and the girl is you, my best friend.
let me stay in your hands cause I need you more then you might know.
I'm so grateful to have you in my life.

Friends always, always friends!

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