I wish that I could fly away
Like Bluebirds in pink skies of May.
My wings tickle the clouds below
They shine, a red tinge, soft aglow.
The sun goes down in hide-and-seek
Over the edge, the moon softly peeks.
Pink skies, in ombre, turn to blue
Dotted with white, like maidens' hue.
Stupid Icarus, should've chosen the moon
Wings floating on whirlwinds, I enter June.
Above storm clouds and raging seas,
I fly like Bluebirds on winds like streams.
I fly with time, it's February,
My time, it flew with fantasies.
Still, I wish that I could fly away
Like Bluebirds in pink skies of May.
~Eliza
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a/n: This poem was inspired by a transcending classical piece. Here's the link if you're interested. I promise your 3 minutes wouldn't be wasted :)
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