Poetry

The Little Bird.

So much beauty.
A soaring bird.
Wings of strength.
Free.
You've seen the most beautiful scenes.
You've seen the sights of destruction.
You stay to the warmth.
There's nothing cold about you.
A heart of gold.
Always seizing the day.
Flying to your own rhythm.
No one will stop you.
You are your own master.
You choose your path.
I am the bird with broken wings.
I still tried to fly when I had nothing left.
I walk this world and I will see the unforgettable moments.
I will soar this world.
I will kiss the sky.
I will claim my own.
I will soar.