My Friend


Manzanar's scorching heat
is now blown away
by the cold breath
of the Sierra Nevada
without even a handful of it left

I only set out a little piece
of bread wand water
My best friend would 
slowly come by my side
and for which that pretty
blue bird was my only 
last glimpse of sunshine

Now even that was 
taken away from me

So what I hope is that 
the warm sunshine returns
and melts the wind away
and returns my beautiful
blue bird

Definition


Men are here
A happy life has gone
Nothing is happening
Zest is not present
A normal life is everybody's hope
Nobody is here to comfort me
Answer me please
R u missing me?
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