Hope
Out of the cage the bird flew,
and spread its wings joyfully.
Higher until the sun grew,
the bird flew past the mountains.
But then during flight it fell,
wizzing towards the mad ocean.
The bird thought it was gone,
but then came a huge motion.
Another bird came swooping,
with concered black button eyes.
It flew in and saved the bird,
and now they both fly the skies.
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Again, I wrote this poem a year ago. I like to think of it as the prelude of 'Thank You'.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
