The bird is perched atop the mountain, awaiting the call to soar far away.
Far away from this wretched world that chains the wings to the mountain.
Far away from the humans who wish to taint its pure heart.
Far away from the pain that is brought by misery.
Far away from the fake pity brought by the pain.
Far away from the lies.
Far away from this wretched world that chains the wings to the mountain.
A bird is perched atop a mountain.
That bird is me.
That mountain is you.
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
