Birds of a feather, with a birds eye view,
Can i have a map, dont know where im flying to.
Dont know where im going, just know its time to leave,
didnt know how to chew but i give what i recieve.
I fly where i please, and i plan as i go,
i spread my wings to fly yes I learn as i grow.
This poem may mean nothing but to me its everything,
cause i am only a bird in the morning hear me sing.
I fly to Phoenix Arizona, I fly south in the winter,
I was a beautiful creature when I looked in the mirror,
but for now Im just a random bird lost without guidence.
Very well written...it loses its beat at the end last two to four lines I'd say
Great poem. Rich in imagery and style. Wonderfully conceived. Liked it. I rated it 10/10. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.