The small bird perches,
Up so high
Where it overlooks
Some amazing things
Knowing one day, his wings will grow
And down there, them will be his
The big bird perches,
Down so low
And remembers the time
When he was up so high
On the very tree
And he thought his wings would grow,
To lead him to those down there
The old bird lies,
On the forest floor
Breathing his last
But with no regret
‘coz he knew
those here,
Were never his
but all up high,
were where his wings truly soared
It was a pleasure reading about the small bird, the big bird and the old bird. Lovely verse...10!
You mix the words, atmosphere in a good way...it is a unique and carefully written poem..niceeee_SOul
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem even in metaphor and ends with a heavenly touch! Kudos! I hope u do review my latest poem too.