Her eyes glistened with tears,
That people thought was hope.
Drowning in her saddness
She made herself a rope.
To bundled up her sorrows,
And wiped her tears all dry.
She drew on her courage,
And decided it was time to fly.
YOU ARE READING
Windblown
Poetry"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!
