There once was a baby bird in a thorny nest
The baby cried all day
Then all night
Crying
Crying
Crying,
Its life slipped
Away on those thorny thorns
It cried so much it hardly noticed its new wings
On which never flew
In the vast
Great
Great
Great
Sky so blue
The poor adult bird
To busy crying to escape its own thorns, on its own
With unclipped perfect wings
Perfect for soaring
Away
Away
Away
To a nest without thorns
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Poems For The Weary Soul
PoetryThese Poems are coded messages about my life. Only I know their true meaning behind them and I find both beauty and power in that as an author. So please enjoy some poems!
