I wish to be a bird. Now. I know it's funny, but I P R O M I S E, I have a reason.
Birds can FLY.
They can FLY away from
TROUBLE.
They can FLY away from
D E A T H.
But also, the things a bird can see are amazing.
Birds can FLY, and soar the skies, seeing everything below them.
They can watch the beautiful morning sun, while gliding and soaring, with the cool mist running past.
They can breath the morning dew, and feel the earth's hand, holding their hearts high.
And when the day is over, they can watch the sun, pouring its warmth onto the land.
Spreading like wildfire into their souls.
Saying goodbye, and see you soon, as it descends into the blanket of stars, protecting them as they sleep.
Be a bird with me, and FLY away.
Let's FLY away from this darkness, and have our hearts held in the soft palms of Mother Earth.
Let us be warmed by the wildfire of hope, while using the stars to guide us home.
Let's spread our wings, and FLY away.
All the way home, to freedom.
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PoetryThis is just a book about some poems I create in my head. I don't know why, but I have always loved poetry. When I have bad days, I just start writing down poems and short stories in my mind, full of crumpled pieces of paper just piling up endless...
