Confessions of an Injured BirdA Poem by NeroscuroA poem about our treatment towards planet Earth.With eyes closed There’s no pride How many times Rip it’s feathers to build Poison it’s respiration with Ironic isn’t it, It gave to us a gift This free bird that flies
It could fly free No more will it fly © 2010 Neroscuro |
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2010 Last Updated on July 2, 2010 AuthorNeroscuroColombiaAboutI don't know what to write here. It's devastating, so I'll just start with the facts. I'm Colombian (Nice country, and not all that guerilla and cocaine ridden as so many people think), I'm funny yet .. more..Writing
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