There was a little bird born in sunlight,
Who had dreams of a wondrous flight.
But the people tried to clip it's wings.
They tried to harm the bird that sings.
So run far little bird, run across the sea.
Fly away little bird, where you can be free.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Coffee Shop Poetry
Poetry"If a poem hasn't ripped apart your soul: you haven't experienced poetry." -Edger Allan Poe
