Flit, flit, flit
Go my delicate wings
They shimmer every morn'
In the sunlight they shine
Dancing, reflecting on the dew
Very different from my last form
When I was stuck on earth
My plump and lazy body grounded me
But I soon slept for a couple weeks' time
Then bursting into fulfilling light
My grotesque body had been transformed
Turning me from an ugly to a beauty
I flew about with my newly found wings
Striving to have a taste of power
Gliding around on sprinkled streaks
I was really truly flying
~ Freedom is the thought that you can fight for what you believe in. Freedom changes. And greedy might not be to your choosing. But freedom will always be there. The hope of freedom is the hope you need to hold onto.
-quoted by K.R.O.
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Alive and Breathing
PoetryThese are just a few of the many poems I have written. I just want to know what you guys think. I'm not going to pretend that I'm a professional because a lot of these poems were written during elementary school. Have fun reading! Copyrighted by the...
