Poems

Escape

Oh, to be a bird and fly away,

fly as far as I can until my feathers start to fall.

Oh, what a cruel world we live in, but not the sky,

the sky is my escape; the moon is my listener

oh, the prayers She has heard,

oh, to be a bird and fly away,

to reach the moon and from above to take care of You.

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