Little Bird

Little bird
You live and die
In all the blue wonders of the sky

As the shadows lengthen
And dusk creeps up on trees
Still hungry for sunlight

You fly away home for rest.

If I were you
I could save a pound or two

On Air Fares.







Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-03-17 at 00:08

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Ivan R
Wonderful, such majestic poetry!
2016-03-18


Rob Graber
The dusk creeping up on trees: What a fine image! And it would be nice to not have to go through security, eh? A spirited little write this is!
2016-03-17