Blue sky
 So deceiving
 Making me think 
 That it's warm
 
 The sun is out
 But there is snow
 On the ground
 The chilling wind
 Blowing around
 
 You make me dream
 Of being a bird
 Flying around
 In the big blue
 Atmosphere 
 
 I have a longing
 To escape this world
 Leave this ground
 And soar
 
 Fly away from
 All of my problems
 All of the struggles 
 That I face
 And be free
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	Tris Eaton (Pseudonym) (
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 - Comment from author about the poem: I'm sitting in school, looking out the window. The sky seems to be teasing me because I'm stuck here, oh so very bored.
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Well written and expressed Great write
thank you
Welcome
Good write, I too would like to fly like a buzzard, just sail around on my still outstretched wings.
thank you for reading. I'm glad you liked it.
This is so good and so much reminds me of a visit to Hitlers Eagles nest high up in the Bavarian Alps. I went there on the first day it was opened in late spring with the melting of the snow - the snow was still there on the ground and yet people were sunbathing. There were eagles flying round and I was enthralled despite its place in History.
that sounds absolutely gorgeous
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