Whirl of the wind
Sing
decades of familiar tunes
Encroaching voices
of old
whispering stories untold
Cold
the breeze
our bodies
Freeze
The Misplaced Birds
they say
they wail
“We have lost our way”
We are to show them their way
We?
We point
They screech
“Where?!”
We point again
And again
Then we tell them
“We have lost our way too
but we know your way
Yet, we don’t want to tell
because we will need you to wail
everlastingly”
We… we’ll sail
In search of the Searcher
If he comes to meet you as you wail
show him where to find us
Should we meet him as we sail
we will you
We will point as we did to you
a moment ago we will say ‘There!’
and ‘there’ will lead us home’
“And we? All alone?!”
They squeak

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Link to the Italian translation