I knew the bird, she was so nice.
Her song was pure and soft.
She could not fly and always tryed.
She never leaved her home.
But now she feels the freedom`s wind.
He walked from south to north.
She opened eyes and found wings
To see all beauty World.
The wind was strong, sometimes she scared.
He could once broke her wings.
And then she sees his warm and care,
In hight of skys they lived.
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I told about pretty bird to say,
We need sometimes
Belive each other & in this way
To see the love inside.
the bird
© Copyright: Анна Салькова, 2004
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