She looks at the birds free in sky. She looks at the birds. With all this freedom do they ever cry? She looks at the birds and envies their wings. She looks at the birds free in the sky. She looks at her things and wonders. Wonders if some day she might fly.
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
