Poetry

Born to Fly.

She was so afraid

To step foot outside

The comfort of the nest.

What she hadn’t realised

Was that she was born

With the wings to

Carry her to her dreams.

She was born to fly.

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Poetry

Summer’s here.

And, when he turned

The corner and found

Summer standing

At the bend of the road,

He exhaled slowly and realised

He could get over the disappointing past.

The seasons were changing.

Summer was just around

The corner afterall.🐚

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Poetry

Ready to Live.

She sat down on the window sill

And stared as time passed her by.

Remembering the hurt one last time,

She spread the ashes of her past

On a mild breeze

And watched the days

Poignant with her grief flutter away.

She was finally free.

She was ready to live.

Once again.

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