Hey, do you want to be a bird?
Is it possible for a human to have wings?
For I am a bird
And I fly in my mind
I am high in the sky...
I'm sinking in deep ocean fruit
Where is my soul alas?
Deep in desperate and dark dreams
Romance seems a mile away
Long, long is the journey that awaits
Let us be birds
Desperate for a home;
Birds, birds
Beware of the sweet ocean flowers
Sinking deep into our hearts
As we fly...
Fly...fly...little bird
Fly like there's no tomorrow,
For tomorrow is not promised.
For we are all birds in the sky
Way up high
And eternity is right next door
And God is waiting,
Can't you see?
For we are birds
Broadening our horizons...
I cannot expose this dream myself.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2023 16:37
- Comment from author about the poem: I would love to fly away from this crazy world, for heaven sounds like paradise.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
When I think of birds in flight, I always envy the freedom they have to wing their way through empty sky. Who wouldn’t want to be a bird if they were feeling caged. My flight though, is I within my mind. Not ready for final departure yet.
What a beautiful comment. Thank you so much.
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