A R O B I N S N E S T
A nest is all I need,
Made of old worn thread,
and flower seeds.
Maybe a Sprig of a dried old flower.
A few twigs from fallen trees.
And Soon my nest will not be Just a nest, But a tower.
A tower to lay my egg's the color of blue dreams.
A nest to keep my eggs from harm,
to keep away the fiends.
Oh the dreams of Those blue eggs,
That Fill my wings with flight.
One day they will hatch.
Bringing such a beautiful sight.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
