my poems
Monday, August 27, 2007
Flaunting Freedom
Birdie, birdie in the sky,
Why is it you fly so high?
Why is it you flaunt your flight,
All because I have good sight?
I do not wish to see you there,
Enjoying your freedom in the air.
The freedom I'll never understand,
All because I live on land.
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