Baby bird blue.
Learned how to fly again.
She flapped her wings.
And ascended into air again.
Her colors began to change.
Baby bird blue,
Took feathers from her friends.
And she glued them onto her wings.
And took flight.
Everyone that saved her,
Left a feather behind,
That she carried with her,
At all times.
And these people that saved her,
Helped mold her new wings.
She took flight.
Past all her fears.
And into her new dreams.
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Her.
Poetry• 2017 Her feelings took Her to unfamiliar places. She would never forget. Her mind was racing. Her heart was telling Her no. But She had to escape. She had to end this. Or else there would be no one left to tell this story. So She did what She ha...
