The little blue birds fly high
Like an eagle in the sky
They spread their little wings
And battled with the winds
The sun is hot like a scorching flame
But they enjoy their flight through the air
They sing like a nightingale
As they glide within the timbers
The little blue birds chirp
Like a grasshopper in the suburb
Finding its way to freedom
And looking for a home that they deserve
Each tiny creatures roam around the earth
Like a traveller lost and wretched
Little blue birds fly high
Soon you will be home and you will live by.
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Poetry"The dim light was silently restored Every sound seeps into my soul Like a magical lullaby in a baby's room That's when I realize, the songs in the night keep me sane and cured" My personal written poems just for you.
