Another sigh awakens

The bird sitting still

On a window still new;

Never touched, never leaned

Toward the sun, like all the others.

Yet now it was a seat for the bird;

A virgin encasing unwrapped at once,

And left bare to the winds of whiteness

To sing in fairytales the story of a wreckage,

And how an angel was born from it. Fly away,

Fly away now, little bird, in the arms of the wind,

Fly away now, little bird, as the sky has turned dark,

Fly away now, little bird, into the roaring winds of heaven.