Airport
My feet are bound
To an open door
Once it closes
I'll be bound no more
The door will close
Then I'll be flying us
To where we are young and free
Life's a story
Waiting to start
But sadly
It ends when we depart
Some are free together
I am alone
Freedom and freedom
'Till we go home.
21.1.16
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
