Free BirdA Poem by goldenscar__sighA free bird hanging on the horizon waving goodbye to the sun and waiting for the opening music of the night beautiful smile, I reckon on his face warm light, I feel in his heart deep cry, I hear in his soul it is a bird that was never meant to be for the bird died on the first day of life. Poor bird Free bird
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StatsAuthorgoldenscar__AboutI write things I feel things I take long walks I drink a lot of water a lot of coffee a lot of tea more..Writing
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