Tisk,Tisk. Listen to the birds, ah how effortlessly they sing
Instinctive to them as they fly onwards. Never alone to weep. Listen to them, their songs.
Unlike us, never of lonesome. Ah, just for their beloved freedom.
I say to you strike out your hand, there is much to be learend . Helplessness ; devastation.
Listen closely, ah ye child of this world
There is many great things unknown
YOU ARE READING
Under The Bark
PoetryHere is a few poems that I have written.Some of them are decent some of them are not so much
