The New Bird Could Fly Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The New Bird Could Fly



You see, with my broken wings,
I couldn't fly or do such things.
I spread my wings so wide.
Yet I could not on air ride.

I tried to race against the sun,
Nothing hadn't happened to make me run.
I meditated on other birds.
This new bird could fly.

Friday, October 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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