One day I’ll fly away
Like a bird
No one is on my chase
Liberation…
I can almost feel
The wind blowing
Against my face
I’ll be on my own
Which is different
From all alone
Finding my own way
Flying away from
The nest
Where my baby bird
And I now reside
Far
Far
Away from this place
Is where I’ll build
Our next nest
Where we’ll lay
A papa bird?
That bird fell
Out of the tree
Forgot how to fly
And broke his wing
**** Wheew! It musta felt good to get this one out..I don’t have a date..I’m guessing it was written wayyyy over a year ago.***
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yes, your pen is your wings, this is a 5 star poem too
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