Today a bird's nest gathered too much snow,
After an hour, the wind began to blow,
The little bird cowered inside her home,
Dreading the eventual aimless roam,
So she stayed there until she was covered,
Shivering, snivelling, outside a storm hovered,
But finally she saw something above the alm,
Eye to eye, there was a short calm,
And so she took her opportunity,
After what had felt like an eternity,
To fly out and stretch her wings,
In her cold, new surroundings.
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Poetry Of A Broken Heart And A Poisoned Mind
PoesíaThe title might seem a bit morbid but the poetry here is simply made. These are in the form of SPOKEN WORD (and some other things) and might have many different meanings for many different people. In this book, there are both light and dark verses...
