As I watch dawn break into day like the birth of new life
Birds race across the sky, eager to stretch their wings and fly
Where are they going?
Are they flying from something to get to a new world, a new beginning.
Or are they flying to something? What do they think they will see on their other side, will it hold the beauty that cascades around you like an aura of peace.
Will their nirvana have a sick fate or will they perish or will they continue on , living , breathing.
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Things never said
PoetryPoetry written by a lost soul at different points in my life. I hope to get feedback and I hope that you'll enjoy 😊 as reading please keep in mind that I am a novice poet with a soul full of words that can only glimpse into what I may be feeling bu...
