A Little BirdA Poem by The Pain Stays FreshThis is my favorite piece.
I came across a bird the other day.
He was perched upon a branch. How I wish I could be like that little bird. Free. Not chained to this Earth by worry and responsibility. Without a care in the world, I could fly. If only I were like the little bird.
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StatsAuthorThe Pain Stays FreshAlma, ARAboutI'm a total black sheep. I love reading, writing, talking, music older than I am, and watching old westerns on rainy days. I prefer writing stories and short poetry. You'd think by reading some of my.. more..Writing
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