A cold little sparrow sat in harms way,
It flapped and fluttered but it couldn’t leave,
Hoping to fly soon but was misperceived,
A swift storm came making the treetops sway,
As the clouds came it hardly looked like day,
It searched around for some kind of reprieve,
It thought it saw help, but soon was deceived,
It did hang on tight but started to pray,
As if a sign or some gift from above,
The clouds parted showing a ray of sun,
The little bird sang of great things and love,
He spread his wings and began to dream of
A great retreat where all bad things were done,
Then flew in the breeze and felt like a dove
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Poems of an Eccentric {My Poems}
PoésieSome of my poems.. :D My writing style varies, depending on my mood. Some are very dark, others very whimsical or spiritual. Others are just plain silly. Please vote it you like them. Enjoy! :) Note: This book is currently in the publishing process...
