The flag is swaying.
The wind is blowing.
No matter the design.
Nor the number of flags.
The flag sways alone.
People come to watch.
They always seem to be in a rush.
For non see the flag crying.
The wind blowing.
The invisible tears flowing.
The flag wants freedom.
Yet it stays stuck in place.
The wind blowing.
The invisible tears flowing.
As the flag calls out crying.
The rope tethering it.
It cries out.
In sorrow.
In sadness.
The invisible tears flowing.
The flag the swaying.
The wind is blowing.
The invisible tears are flowing.
Yet it's stuck for another day.
As time moves on its way.
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poems I wanted to write. I will not update a lot. But please let me know how they are. And I made them so please don't steal them.
