What bird told

 

On the bell,
swings little bird.
On the well,
leaves now have turned.

Down the hall,
walks mighty king.
On the wall,
weeps all his kin.

For the time had turned
and he had blurred,
all the lines that were kept.
All the lives that were left.

On the stairs,
sits weary queen.
Next to her
was once her king.

On the bench
they used to sit,
as to quench
their thirst for wit…

But now the time is long long gone.
Now those times
and lives
are done.

On the bell,
swings little bird.
It is he
who once had told:

On the well,
the leaves will turn,
In the hearts
anger will burn.

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