Until the morning awakes,
While I wait,
When they emerge into the light,
As I hear their sweet tunes,
I awake to the birds
Whenever I wake,
Unless I sleep late,
Although I can't help but feel,
Since they sing and fly in the morning,
I feel a great sense of freedom
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Thoughts and Dreams
PoesíaSo I am really interested in poems and thats how I express past and present emotions. At some points my poems may get depressing so this is a warning for those who cannot take that. ( Trust me I'm not fucked up yet. ) Hope you enjoy and feedback is...
