The flightless bird
A birds purpose; to fly
But what ever should they do?
If they cannot graze the blue of the sky?
Not dance upon the clouds in a winged pattern
Shall the people start to cry
For that one cursed crow that cannot fly?
As the great auk sits idly by
Day by day
Upon the barren ground
and looks to the sky and thinks
"Why.. why.. why?"
The people only love the birds who fly.
The great auk also doesn't fly because it's extinct, but that isn't relevant.
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
