Out of the Blue

To you who wants to be held
but not contained
because the ignorant mind
the reckless freedom of the heart,
tonight my last wish is that
you come down to the cellar,
kiss my forehead and ask
out of the blue
when will I plant that
little house in the yard
for the birds
that are coming back.

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