Soaring high in the air
Are the birds up in flight
To have the sense if their eyes
Would be a great sight
Looking down on the Earth
With no cares at all
Have all of that below
Seeming so very small
In the morning they sing paise
To the sun in the sky
At night the birds lay quiet
To hear a lullaby
With food with no end
They do not sow
But before they do eat
They must watch it grow
Words have no meanings
Birds just chirp or they sing
But all I ask of them
Is the peace they can bring.
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Lost Between The Lines
PoetryThis collection of poetry is all from me. Most are just descriptions of dreams or emotional states in my life. This work will never be complete, because I'm always pushing myself to find new ways to express my emotions and put them into words. Enjoy.
