To a tree by the window
They peek and said hello
From the skies, their wings flow
To the ground their beaks down low
From upfront I see
Their eyes spoke to me
That a new morning is set to see
And a new step for me
As they tweet what feels like a story
I felt how the sore left my body
To have them everyday listen to me
When no one would made me happy
They doesn't sound like humming
But for me they were speaking,-- Listening when I struggled about everything,--
And always be there watching
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Deep Dive
PoetryDeep Dive, is a collection of poems that I made in the deep state of thinking. Looking from the past regressing struggles and later on holding to the future I want to be in.
