It wasn´t a bird.
But everybody thought so.
A beautiful blur of colors
That reached the same sky
That once was so grey.
The summertime was here,
Clearing away any trace of fear.
Fly away, beautiful creature
Go where you can´t get hurt.
This Earth wasn´t made
For somebody like you,
So gentle and kind.
It wasn´t a bird,
But it flew as high as one.
2 COMMENTS
LUIS K.
May 11, 2016 - 09:07 A beautiful writepurpletears
May 11, 2016 - 21:38 Thank you so much