Friday, January 14, 2011

Young bird’s Limit


Sun plays hide & seek its gloomy
Wind lost patience it’s windy
Feathers are shaking it is shaky
This temptation makes me freaky

 I am pretty lost the clouds start tearing
Called my mama doubt she’s hearing
I am already soaked my feathers are heavy
It’s gloomy & windy, whole surface gravy

I’ve found a shade ample doubts lay
Did help my temporary cause I say
I feel free and I will soon fly
Bit I’m shaky at least I will try

Clouds are happy feathers soon dry
Wider I spread my wings to try
Broke the shackles gave a little spring
And lo my mama came flying

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