Birds.
Soaring, flitting, flying free.
It's how I wish we all could be.
Free to stretch our shackled wings
Enabled to discover things,
No chains to bind us to one place.
No limits placed on wealth or race.
Liberation from money. Allowed to soar.
Opportunities aplenty to explore.
If only.
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
PuisiA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
