# The Solitary Bird
The solitary bird sits on widow aisle,
The rain has bathed the walls.
You and I sit together.
The blue water is running down the pane.
The jug of wine has slowly gone empty.
Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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