Freedom

Mel Marz

Birds fly by my window

And I sit here all alone.

Birds fly, they have freedom,

But I don't know when I'll go

To my family, to my friends,

To the ones that never left,

To my roses, to my ants,

To the garden that is now dead.

  • Author: Mel Marz (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2021 13:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about being stuck in quarantine by yourself.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 30
  • Users favorite of this poem: AlitaOpal
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  • FredPeyer

    Nicely said, Mel. I do hope you soon will be able to go anywhere your heart desires.

    • Mel Marz

      Let's hope for the best! 🙂

    • AlitaOpal

      I'd like to say that it won't always be like this.. there's hope.. believe that sweetheart 🌹

      • Mel Marz

        Thank you for the sweet words!



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