You spread your wings and fly
High above the ground you soar
So high up that you could cry
But too high to hear a lion's roar
The birds fly up there all the time
I wish it could always be me
But sometimes you gotta wait to shine
But I'll just have to wait and see
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Plethora of Poems (#Wattys2016)
PuisiPlease enjoy this collection of randomness that are my poems! Thanks and please comment with opinions and please vote! Highest Ranking (so far!): # 442 in poetry 3/30/16
