"There was a bird
Sitting in a tree
The bird fell down
No one else did see
There was a bird
Falling through the air
It hit the ground
Nothing more was fair
There was a bird
Laying on the grass
It made tiny noise
Had gone weaker than a lass
There was a bird
Fighting for its life
But nothing seemed good
When it took the knife
There was a bird
Holding a knife in its hand
Begging to God
For it to land
There was falling a knife
In the birds direction
The bird had let it go
There was not any fiction
There was a bird
Sitting in a tree
But something happened
And it couldn't flee"
This went more sad than I thought...
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Poems of love
ŞiirHere is a book of poems with all happy stuff in live, like love, happiness, luck and more. For the opposite, read my other book: "poems of hate" If you're looking for more I'd also recommend "Poems" which is the first book I wrote The problem is...
