Make me a bird,
So I too can fly high,
For the short life I'll live.
And die of hunger and cold,
Instead of heartache and madness.
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Tales from Children Gone
ПоэзияThank you for visiting my page! I am so happy to share with you some of my work, and to hear your thoughts on it. This set of poems is an imagist work that speaks to coming of age and the fears of childhood that is inevitably ending. Some of these p...
