BlackbirdA Poem by Heather ClaytonBlackbird
I sit on a wire black bird on fire The sun dull red As if it's fed I fly the way Flapping any day then I fret I'm not home yet. Forget! Forget! Forget! I learn to fly as I can get by. © 2013 Heather Clayton |
StatsAuthorHeather ClaytonSpring, TXAboutHello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..Writing
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