Up high is like a golden bird
That gives off warmth to all as
It helps the crops grow
It provides food and important things in life
Now it lasts all day long
As many types of Mockingjay's fly by
Nicely and softly as white powder falls
Soon the golden bird flies away
And another appears from the unknown ground
Now it's like a silver bird
And the cycle repeats everyday and it
Will make you wake and then
Go blind in sight for the night.
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Collection of Poems
PoetryThese are my poems along side any other poems my friends allow me to publish or are sent to me (just DM me for info) *The image for the book cover is my own photograph and edit*
