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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

sweet bird

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Looking only for the sweet bird,

whose song he once heard,

fluttering though the trees,

echoing softly it's melodies.

The boy with a blue eye,

always up to the sky,

couldn't see the ground,

or darkness around.

A gentle voice,

that was the boy's,

whispered with hope and dismay,

"if only I could fly away."