Bluebird
June 23, 2017
A bird sits happy on her tree
She's seen all that the world could see
She'd soared above mountains and touched the sky
No other bird could fly as high
The bird feels the warmth in her chest
But the warmth fades from in her nest
The accomplishments of where she flew
Meant nothing with no one to share them to.
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