Listen to me,
Baby bird,
If you want to fly sometime.
You can't stay in that egg
forever
although I know
it's dark and safe.
Who knows
what you may face
on the lilystrewn way
across the sky.
So the first time you fly,
We'll both go through it,
you and I.
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A poem that literally flew out of me and that needs editing when I got the time to spare. Figure it out for yourselves, I can't do all the work for you.
Cheers.
POET in the little peculiar JAR
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