The bluebird, it was pure and proud
Not one scent of dismay
But suddenly, her cry is loud
He took her home away
That's where she loved and grew the most
That's where she ran from rain
But now depressions like a ghost
It's haunting her in vain
But then, she realized, should one thing
Let her lie down and die?
She'll stop her tears and she will sing
And higher will she fly.
Author notes
In the perspective of a bluebird, but also in the perspective of myself.
How does it make you feel?
Comments
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beauty
great write. one thing shouldnt slow anyone down. no matter how big or small
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Nice job. It's sad for her, a bird.
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wow
great job!
"but then, she realized,
should one thing," - i think this thrid line should be alone cause it was easily tricky to get cofused while reading
but over all what a great poem
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