The Lost Little Bird
I flew across the oceans,
Where I gasp the salty air,
that peels beneath my skin.
In the midst of hollow,
I wonder of any wings shall come,
Sent by angels,
From up above.
I had to fly,
Never to fall,
For now or ever,
or at least thats what i hoped.
When I stop and look,
Will the tides come to a halt,
Just for me, the lost little bird,
Searching for its way back home.
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