Sunday, April 7, 2019

The Bird My Soul

The bird over the tree
Reminds me of my soul
Created to be free
And stuck
In this cage
We call world.
I heard him sing
At the top of his lungs
I am jealous
For I too have a voice
But I dont sing
As good or as loud
As he does.
I love you little birdie
Keep singing.

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