Birds flying high in the sky;
You know how I feel,
The warm of the sun covering me like a blanket:
You know how I feel.
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PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry in my own words of my thoughts.Not to be copied
Birds Flying High
Birds flying high in the sky;
You know how I feel,
The warm of the sun covering me like a blanket:
You know how I feel.