The Bird
Sometimes I feel
The flutter of a bird inside my chest
Pounding at my ribs
It's wings beat beneath my breast
Sometimes I feel
It try to rise out of my throat
Trying to be free
To sing all the songs the poets wrote
The flutter of a bird inside my chest
Pounding at my ribs
It's wings beat beneath my breast
Sometimes I feel
It try to rise out of my throat
Trying to be free
To sing all the songs the poets wrote
posted by earthkissed | 4:04 pm
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